Selena’s P. O. V.
We return to the campsite, and at night, there’s a party going on. Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves, but my mind is stuck on the blowjob I gave to Mr Luther.
Damn, that was so hot. His groans and moans are replaying in my head, giving me a strange sense of pleasure. I don’t know why, but I get another kind of satisfaction knowing that I please Mr. Luther.
I stand, leaning against a table, sipping alcohol. Mr Luther is inside the tent, but I can’t stop wondering about him.
I know what we’re doing is wrong, but it doesn’t feel that way.
I return to the earth as a guy approaches me.
“Remember me?” he asks in his casual tone. I shake my head, not recognising him at first.
But as I look at him from close, I suddenly remember that he’s one of my past hookups.
“I just recalled. But look, I’m not interested,” I say firmly, taking another sip of my drink and looking away.
He smirks. “Come on, Selena. We had a great time back then. Thought you might want a repeat.”
If it were the old Selena, I’d probably jump at the chance for another fun night. But now? Everything feels different.
I move away from him because even his closeness makes me feel like I’m committing some sort of crime. I feel like I’m cheating on Mr Luther just by talking to him. Fuck! What’s wrong with me?
Just then, I see him emerging from the tent. His eyes burn with anger as they fall on us.
He approaches us.
“What’s happening here?” He demands in a dangerously low voice. His tone sends shivers through me, and one deadly glare from him is enough to make the guy tremble.
He is so damn intimidating, but I still feel so safe with him.
“Nothing, we were just talking. I’ll talk to you later, Selena,” the guy mutters, quickly backing away in fear before running off.
“Follow me,” Mr Luther orders, his tone leaving no room for argument.
How can he always be so bossy?
I’m about to ask why he’s angry, but he doesn’t even give me the chance. He turns and starts walking away, and my feet instinctively follow him. Everyone at the party is too busy to notice us leaving.
Even though it’s dark, I’m not scared because I know he’s here to protect me. I don’t know why I trust him. Maybe it’s because he’s my father’s friend and I know he’ll always keep me out of danger. I’m not sure, but the truth is that I feel so damn safe in his presence.
When we’re far enough from the crowd, he suddenly spins around and pins me against a tree, wrapping his fingers around my neck. My eyes widen as he presses my back against the rough bark, his dark eyes focused on me.
“Who was that guy?” he asks in a grim tone, his face only a few inches away from mine. His breath caresses my face, sending shivers down my spine and making my breath heavy.
Fuck! The way his long fingers curled around my neck is so hot and arousing. This man is driving me insane. Please, God, help me!
“He was… one of my hookups,” I stammer.
Hearing my words, his grip on my neck tightens, and his eyes darken. Oh my God, he’s getting possessive, and I like it. What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Listen to me very carefully, Selena,” he says in his deep voice. “You’re mine. As long as we’re together, you belong to me.”
He moves closer and brushes his lips against my ear before biting my earlobe, sending a direct twitch between my thighs.
“Don’t even think about anyone else,” he warns, locking his eyes burning with intensity on me. “If you do, it’ll be their last day on this earth.”
Without any further warning, his hand slips inside my jeans and panties.
Fuck! He has no control over his hands. But I like it.
“Tell me, who’s making you wet? Me or that guy?” he asks, pressing his palm on my wetness.
“You,” I moan, panting at his proximity and touch.
Every time his fingers touch me there, I forget how to breathe even. He takes me to another world with his touch. I forget what’s right and wrong.
“That’s right. You can only get wet for me. Your pussy belongs to me, Little Miss,” he whispers against my lips, applying more pressure to drive me insane.
Suddenly, he withdraws his hand and gives me a spank, making me jump in place.
“Don’t forget it, Selena. You’ve been mine from the moment our eyes met,” he declares, taking my breath away from me.
He unzips my jacket, pressing his lips to my neck, and I throw my head back to give him complete access, clutching his leather jacket. His hand slides my sleeve down, exposing my shoulder, and slips under my top to squeeze my breast, setting my body on fire. He bites my skin, making me scream in pain, but he muffles my cries with his hand.
God! His touch is so… I’m speechless. I’m so aroused right now. All I want right now is to feel him deep inside me.
As he marks my neck with his teeth, I feel his hard length grinding between my thighs, and my entire body craves him more. He unbuttons my jeans and starts unzipping his pants.
My breath is getting heavier with anticipation. Is it really happening?
Is it right? Should I stop him?
No, how can I stop him when I’m longing for this to happen since I taste his luscious lips?
Just for this trip, let go of everything, Selena. It’ll be like another one-night stand. After this, maybe the pull we’re feeling for each other will be gone. This is what I tell myself as his hands grip my hips and pull me closer. But deep down, I know that this is more than just physical-it’s something I can’t quite explain, something that scares me as much as it excites me.
But before things can go further, my phone rings in my jeans pocket, breaking the moment.
Oh God, why?
I know I should be thankful for this interruption, but a part of me is frustrated. My body is still burning from his touch.
Mr. Luther pulls away, frustrated like me, and I take deep breaths to steady myself. I pull my phone out, which continues to ring insistently.
It’s Zoe.
Couldn’t she wait for a few minutes before calling me?
“Where are you, Selena?” She asks, sounding concerned for me as I place the phone on my ear after picking it up.
“I wasn’t feeling well, so I went back to my tent to get some rest,” I lie, stealing a glance at Mr Luther. His intense gaze is glued on me, particularly on the fresh mark he left on my neck.
Zoe sighs in relief on the other end of the call. “Oh, okay. I was worried when I didn’t see you around. But I think now I know with whom you’re right now.”
“Shut up. I’ll be back at the party in a bit.” I quickly hang up before she can tease me further.
I put my phone back into my pocket and glance at Mr. Luther, who’s still standing close, his presence still making me pant. His jaw is tight, his expression unreadable, but his gaze fixed on me.
He zips up his pants and gestures for me to do the same. “Fix yourself,” he says, like always in his bossy tone.
I roll my eyes but follow his lead, pulling my jeans back up and straightening my clothes.
Because of Zoe, we couldn’t do what we’ve been yearning for since we tasted each other’s lips. But I know it will happen soon. The chemistry, the desire-we can’t control it for much longer.