James’s P. O. V.
After I’m done giving Selena a head massage, she sits beside me and says, “Thank you,” looking at me.
I give her a small smile. She doesn’t realise it yet, but now she’s mine to take care of. I’ll do everything in my power to make her feel better.
“What do you want to do now?” I ask. “Watch a movie?”
She shakes her head. “No.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Then what?”
“Let’s play a game.”
“A game? What kind of game?” I look at her with curiosity.
She leans forward slightly, her eyes shining with excitement. “Two Truths and a Lie.”
I chuckle. “You want to play a game meant for teenagers with me?”
“Don’t act like you’re too grown for it, Mr. Luther,” she teases. “Come on, entertain me. I’m getting bored.”
She’s got that stubborn glint in her eyes-the same one she gets when she persuades me to do something.
I sigh, shaking my head. “Alright, you start first.”
First, she made me play truth or dare, and now this. This woman is making me do things I never imagined doing in my life. But I like it. And I would do anything for her.
She leans back with her lips curving into a smirk before listing her statements. “Number one: I’ve had sex in public areas. Number two: I’ve done a threesome. Number three: I’ve dreamed about you-wild dreams, not innocent ones.”
My entire body stills.
I feel a rage within me, listening to her first two statements. Imagining Selena with someone else fuels a kind of jealousy I’ve never known before.
The mere thought of another man touching her, seeing her naked, feeling the warmth and tightness of her pussy-it drives me insane. My jaw tightens, and I try to stay calm, but my hands tighten into fists.
But then her last statement echoes in my head. She’s dreamed about me. And not just any dreams-wild ones.
She’s watching me closely, definitely enjoying my reaction. Smart girl. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
And I’m certain which statement is wrong.
“Mr Luther, answer me. I’m waiting. I hope it’s not too tough for you.” She laughs.
I shake my head, grinning. “Not at all, little miss.”
“Then tell me.”
“The second one is a lie. Am I right?” I raise my brows at her.
“Absolutely.” She gives me a wide smile.
It means her first statement is true. God, I’m again filled with possessiveness. I really hoped that two of the statements would be wrong and she would just be teasing me.
I move close to her face, fixing my dark eyes on her. “You had sex in public? Where?”
“The college library.” She answers so casually, like it’s not making me see red.
Fucking hell.
I grip her arms, and my eyes burn with fury. “Fuck, I want to burn those guys alive who fucked your little pussy.”
Her eyes widen at my words, and I don’t miss the way she squeezes her thighs together. She likes it.
She fucking likes it when I get possessive. My lips curve into a smirk, knowing it, and my anger disappears.
“Now it’s my turn,” I say, leaving her arms, causing her to breathe normally.
“Go ahead.”
“First, I haven’t had sex in two months.” I take a pause and as I continue, my eyes glint with mischief. “Second, I want to punish your little pussy for letting another man touch it in the library.”
I again notice her pressing her thighs together. She’s affected. And it takes everything in me not to push her on the bed and show her just how much she belongs to me.
But I have to control myself because I don’t want her to push me away like she had been doing for the past two days. Thank God! Now she isn’t doing it.
“Third: I was engaged once.” I complete my statements.
She thinks for a while and tells me, “The last one is a lie.”
“You’re right.” I nod, smiling.
She doesn’t get a chance to say more before I straighten up. “Now, it’s medicine time.”
Selena throws her head back dramatically. “Ugh, you just ruined the fun.”
I chuckle, standing up and picking up the small bottle of pills from the bedside table. “You need to take care of yourself.”
She crosses her arms, pouting like a spoiled brat. “I hate taking medicine.”
I shake my head, pouring a glass of water before sitting back beside her. “And I hate seeing you in pain.” I hold out the pill to her. “Now be a good girl and take it.”
Her eyes widen at my words, and a spark of something dark and tempting flashes through them. She parts her lips, letting me place the pill on her tongue, and then I bring the glass of water to her lips. As she drinks, her throat moves with every swallow, and I swear I’m mesmerised.
When she’s done, I take the glass from her and place it back on the table. “Good girl.” I graze her chin with my fingers.
Her breath becomes heavy, and for a second, neither of us moves as our eyes lock onto each other.
“Mr Luther…” she whispers.
I raise an eyebrow. “Yes, little miss?”
She looks like she wants to say something, but instead, she shakes her head, breaking eye contact. “Nothing.”
I can see right through her. I’m certain she wants to ask something.
“You sure?” I ask, tilting her chin back up so she’s forced to meet my gaze.
She sighs before questioning, “Why do you care about me so much?”
I open my mouth to answer her question, but close it immediately. I can’t tell her how important she has become to me in these few days and how much I love taking care of her. For the first time in my life, I see a future with someone and that’s her. I can spend my entire life protecting her and taking care of her. But I can’t express my feelings to her. I have to control myself.
“Because I like to take care of you,” I finally answer her. It’s not a lie, but it’s not the full truth either. If I let her see the depth of what I feel, she might run. And I can’t let that happen-not when she’s finally letting me in.
Selena watches me closely. She doesn’t look convinced, but she doesn’t press me further. Instead, she exhales softly and leans back against the pillows.
I don’t know what got into me, but I cup her face and lock my lips with hers.
The next moment, she’s in my arms, and there’s no holding back. I pull her onto my lap, and she doesn’t stop me-her legs wrap around me, her hands tangling into my hair. We suck each other’s lips hungrily, our tongues fighting for dominance.
“Fuck!” I groan against her mouth, flipping us so she’s beneath me. Her fingers work at the buttons of my shirt. After opening it, she presses open-mouthed kisses down my chest.
“Damn,” she whispers against my skin, her voice laced with desire.
I fist the sheets as her lips travel lower. Just when she reaches for my belt, I grab her wrist. “You’re not well, Selena.”
She pouts, frustrated. “I’m fine, Mr Luther.”
“No.” I shake my head, giving her a stern look. “You’re weak, and I’m not going to let you overexert yourself.”
Her lips press together like she wants to argue. But then she stops. And for a moment, we just look at each other.
She sees it now.
This isn’t about sex. It never was.
I care about her. I fucking like her so much that it hurt.
“Come here, little miss.” I lie down beside her and open my arms, fixing my eyes on her.
She takes a deep breath before curling into my arms. The second she does, I wrap them tightly around her, tucking her close. She feels so good in my arms. I can hold her like this forever.
I press a tender kiss on her forehead. “Get some sleep now.”
She hums in response, already half-asleep.
As I hold her, feeling her warmth against me, I promise to myself.
I don’t care what happens when her parents’ return. I’m not letting her go. Never.