All Chapters of Craving you: Locked Desires: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Marcella’s pov I woke up the next morning with one purpose, I was going to see my parents and put an end to this madness. The bullies had finally crossed a line. They had wronged me in countless ways and spread nothing but lies about my family, but yesterday, they got one thing right, one of my mother’s pearls really could have them detained in a juvenile center for years. Literally it could happen and for the first time in my life, i felt so proud of my family’s power. For years, I had feared the influence my family wielded, not just at school, but throughout the entire community. It often felt as though my mother possessed a supernatural ability to bend everyone to her will. I had always wanted to do things the "right" way, never compromising the law for my own benefit. But after last night, I knew that silence was no longer a virtue. It was a cage. I had to do something to stop the bullying once and for all. But where had this sudden courage come from? Was it all connected to Lu

Marcella’s pov “Miss Solis?” He called me. I looked up at the boy standing before me. “You should be home with your family…what are you doing here?” He asked me.I just looked him all over already feeling angry that he was speaking to me from the inside of the house while I stood on the outside like an intruder. “None of your business” I folded my arms in a sassy way. “Ahhh… Lucille told me she made a new friend, I’m surprised it’s you”. He squared his shoulders like a proud being. Patrick Ortega, how I hated the sound of his name, if our families weren’t tied with centuries of business partnership, I wouldn’t want to be seen anywhere close to him, I didn’t hate him, I just despised his aura, he had a way of making people feel insignificant. You couldn’t blame the bastard, his family owned half of Mexico luxury buildings and exotic properties. How else could he reflect his high social status?. But as he mentioned her calling me a friend, I felt calm and nervous happiness

Marcella’s povI was trembling so badly I could feel my teeth rattling. I had no idea where my abductors were taking me. They carried me like a piece of cargo, one holding my legs and the others gripping my arms, taking me away in the street. I wondered if passerby didn’t see the way they carried me or maybe my abductors took a detour. Everywhere was so dark, all I could see was darkness, the only thing I could do was plead, hoping I won’t be harmed, but they remained silent till we got to a place. Suddenly, they halted and dropped me onto the floor, my heart dropped with me. I felt like I was going to die, what could they possibly do to me.“Please don’t hurt me…” the words came tumbling out my mouth. I’ll give you anything, anything at all just name it…I could even give you a blank Cheque, we that rich”. But all my pleas fell on deaf ears. I could hear footsteps, whispers, side talks but I couldn’t make out anything of the voices.I didn’t know where I was, my head couldn’t memoriz

Lucille’s povThe basement was dimly lit. Then, Chloe stepped forward, draped in a ceremonial red robe and clutching a flickering candle. Beside her, the other disciples stood like shadows in their black robes, finally pulling back their hoods to reveal themselves.“Miss Marcella Solis,” Chloe began, her voice commanding and resonant. “I, Chloe Hammer, welcome you to the Bonners Club. You have demonstrated the kind of potential that sets you apart from the rest. Therefore, I present this candle to you as a formal gesture of our offer."She extended the candle toward Marcella. From where I stood behind her, I couldn't help but smile, seeing how overwhelmed by the surprise. Marcella reached out with a trembling hand and took the candle, her hand darting back and forth like a frightened lamb caught in a snare.“Blow it out," Chloe encouraged, her tone dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Go on." Marcella took a breath and blew out the flame. As the flame died, one of the girls statio

Lucille’s pov I couldn’t understand myself anymore, I’d honestly say I hadn’t enjoyed the scene. By all rights, it should have made me furious, but in a twisted way, I loved it even more. It gave me a glimpse of her, that flushed, breathless expression of desire written all over her face. Until now, I’d only been able to imagine her reaction when she was with me. I wondered, if it were my own hand slipping into her lace bra, how exactly would she respond? Her eyes remained fixed on me while I sipped my drink. Tucking her head at every corner just to look into my eyes.The atmosphere felt like a strange kind of foreplay, it felt like these men were merely warming her up for me, playing their part so that I could eventually have her. What if I had been the one in that scene? In my mind I walked up to her, hooking her legs high over my shoulders, ready to make her soak in pleasure and wetness, I imagined my hands sliding up the length of those soft, well nourished thighs until my fing