Selena’s P. O. V.
Two Days Later
I plan to go to the club after college to distract myself from Mr. Luther again. Since I saw him, I don’t know why he hasn’t left my mind. Every night, I make myself come, imagining him doing wild things with me.
Living under the same roof with the person I desire more than anything is driving me insane. Every time I see him, my body heats up.
As I settle into the car, my driver informs me, “Mr. Luther has instructed me to take you directly to the mansion, Miss Selena. No other stops allowed.”
This infuriates me.
What does he think he’s doing? Controlling my life? Who the hell does he think he is?
I thought living with James would give me some freedom, but he is the same as my father. But I won’t follow his orders.
As I return to his mansion, I directly storm into his bedroom, but he isn’t there.
Then the sound of running water from the bathroom catches my attention.
It means he is in the shower.
“Mr. Luther…” I yell, calling out for him, my brows furrowed in anger.
A minute later, he steps out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel, and my eyes widen.
God! Why does he always show up in front of me half-naked?
My mouth waters as I take in the sight of him. His body is flawless-perfectly toned with abs, tanned skin, and water droplets trickling down his chest. My thoughts become instantly wild. I imagine running my tongue along those droplets and licking them.
Fuck! I’m dying to do that.
I bite my lower lip, my eyes filled with hunger fixed on his body. My body is on fire like always.
He smirks, noticing my reaction, and it snaps me back to reality.
Stop it, Selena. Stop ogling at him. He’s forbidden.
I remind myself, quickly lowering my gaze to avoid staring at him any longer.
“Were you devouring me with your eyes, little miss?” As he asks, walking closer to me, my heartbeat accelerates.
“No. I wasn’t.” I lie, looking directly into his grey eyes. “And stop distracting me.”
“Oh? Stop distracting you?” He raises his brows at me. “You barged into my room, yelling my name, but somehow, I’m the one distracting you?”
Yes, your body and your presence are distracting me. Why does he have to be so hot?
My cheeks burn, but I square my shoulders and glare at him. “Yes! Now tell me, why did you tell my driver to bring me straight home? You have no right to control where I go, Mr Luther.”
He cocks his head, his eyes slowly moving down my body in a way that makes my stomach flip. “Your father trusts me to keep you safe. It’s my responsibility to make sure you don’t end up in dangerous situations.”
“Dangerous?” I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest. “Going to the club is not dangerous. Stop acting like I’m a child who needs protection.”
His expression hardens, and he takes another step closer. “You might not see the risks, but I do. I won’t let anything happen to you, Selena.”
His stern voice and the genuine concern in his eyes make my heart flutter despite my anger, but I quickly squash the feeling. I can’t let him control my life.
“Cut the nonsense, Mr. Luther. This isn’t about my safety. You’re just mad because I didn’t agree to your ridiculous demands that night, and now you’re trying to punish me.” These words spill out of my mouth automatically before I even realise.
He arches a brow and his smirk returns. “You’re smarter than I thought, little miss.”
I step back to put some distance between us because his proximity is driving me crazy. I desperately want to grab his face and kiss him hard right now, but I don’t want to lose control over myself.
“Whatever. I’m not going to listen to you.” I roll my eyes.
“You have no other choice.” Before I can move further, he closes the gap between us in two strides, and my back hits the wall. As he leans in, his warm breath strokes my face, driving me crazy. His lips are a few inches away from mine, and I want to kiss him so badly. My heart races as he whispers in my ear, “And I also know one more thing, you’ve gotten wet just looking at me.”
“No, I’m not.” I lie, trying to keep my composure. He’s so close now that all I can focus on are his piercing eyes, his wet hair falling over his forehead, and the droplets of water sliding down his jaw.
And fuck, his scent is intoxicating.
Who would believe he’s in his late thirties? He looks so hot and fit. Why doesn’t he look like an old man like my father’s other friends?
“Let’s find out, shall we?” Before I can stop him, his hand slips under the hem of my dress, and my eyes widen.
He grins, his eyes fixed on me, his hand brushing against my bare thighs, causing me to shiver with his touch. As his fingers touch my pussy above the panties, I freeze. I’ve imagined this so many times that it feels like a dream-one I know I shouldn’t be having.
God, I want to push him away, to stop this before it goes too far, but my body isn’t allowing me to do that. I can’t decide if I want to run or let him consume me completely.
“Damn, your panties are soaking.” As he rubs my clit over the damp fabric, my knees weaken, and my legs part instinctively for him.
Fuck, my body!
As he deliberately rubs me in slow motion, I grind against his fingers, desperate for more.
“You’re such a dirty little girl. Just two days ago, you were saying this is wrong, and now here you are, shamelessly grinding on your father’s friend’s fingers.” His lips curl into a smug grin. “You’re a shameless little girl, aren’t you?”
I don’t respond. I can’t. And his dirty words arouse me more.
My body moves on its own as he continues teasing me mercilessly. I know he is doing this purposely. He’s so evil.
“Mr. Luther, please…” I plead breathlessly.
I want the release so bad.
“Please what?”
“Faster,” I beg, my pride long forgotten.
“Beg me properly, Selena,” he commands, his smirk deepening.
“Please… please make me come all over your fingers, Mr. Luther.”
He slides my panties aside and plunges his finger inside me, causing me to moan. I arch my body, clutching his shirt as he starts moving his fingers, slow at first. Then he adds his second finger, stretching me as he thrusts deeper, making me scream.
Fuck! I can’t believe Mr Luther, my dad’s friend is fucking me with his fingers.
It’s so wrong, but it feels so good.
As he rams his fingers into me with vigour, my legs tremble and I feel the pressure building. As I’m ready to release, he pulls his fingers away.
“Why did you stop?” I ask, sexually frustrated.
“Do you really want your father’s friend to make you come?” He asks, his smirk is infuriatingly smug.
“Seriously, you’re so wicked.” I glare at him, but he just laughs before walking to his walk-in closet, leaving me unsatisfied and burning with need.
I return to my room and collapse onto the bed, my thighs trembling. The ache between my legs is unbearable, and I know I can’t leave it like this.
I pull out my vibrator from the drawer and lie back, turning it on. As I press the vibrator against my aching clit, like always I imagine James’s hands pinching my nipples and rubbing my clit.
I bite my lip to stifle a moan as a knock at the door interrupts me.
“Damn it.” I quickly hide the vibrator under my pillow and adjust my dress.
I unlock the door to find James standing there, fully dressed but looking as effortlessly handsome as ever.
His piercing eyes scan me, and for a moment, I wonder if he can sense what I was just doing. Heat creeps up my neck as I struggle to keep my expression neutral, praying he doesn’t notice the slight flush on my cheeks.
“Now what do you want, Mr. Luther?” I ask, frustrated. First, he left me on the edge, and now he interrupted me when I was making myself come.
I’m so angry.
“I’m heading out, and I wanted to remind you-don’t leave the mansion. It’s not safe.” He instructs in a firm tone, raising my anger even more.
Will he just stop bossing me around?
“Why is it unsafe? Is someone going to kidnap me? You and Dad need to stop watching crime shows,” I scoff, crossing my arms.
His jaw tightens, and he steps closer. “You think this is a joke, Selena? You’re under my protection, and I must keep you safe. So, just do as I say.”
“Fine,” I reply, rolling my eyes dramatically.
He leaves the room after repeating his warning not to go out.
The moment he’s gone, a sly smile spreads across my face. Why would I listen to him? The only people I take orders from are my parents-not James Luther.
Without wasting time, I call Zoe and Stella on a conference call. As soon as they pick up, I outline my plan.
“Get ready, girls. We’re hitting the club tonight,” I inform them.
Once the plan is set, I sneak past the guards, adrenaline rushing through me as I sprint toward the gate. The cab I booked earlier is already waiting, and I slide into the backseat with a triumphant grin.
Mr Luther may think he can control me, but tonight, I’m proving him wrong.