Forbidden Flames: Steamy Series - Chapter 163: Chapter 163

Selena’s P.O.V.
My mornings had never started like this before. Even now, I can still feel his touch on every inch of my body. Every moment is imprinted in my memory, replaying repeatedly, making me wet just thinking about it.
God!
I sit in the classroom, completely lost in the thoughts of how I teased him, and how he spanked me. Fuck! Pressing my legs together, I try to suppress the burning sensation I’m still feeling between my thighs. I crave it again. I want more.
If he had spanked me just a little longer, I would have come hard from that only. Every time his palm landed on my pussy, pleasure shot through me like an electric current. It was so incredible.
No man has ever controlled me the way he does, and I love every second of it.
Everything he does to me brings me the kind of satisfaction I never knew I needed. I’ve been with many men, but I never once wanted to sleep with them again. But with James, it’s completely different. Every time he fucks me, I only want more. I feel like I’m already getting addicted to him.
I’m so lost in my thoughts that I don’t even realise the class is over until Zoe and Stella’s voices pull me back to reality. God! I didn’t even hear the bell ring or notice the professor leaving. What is this man doing to me?
“Where are you lost, Selena?” I look up as I hear Zoe’s voice. She and Stella stand in front of my desk, looking at me with a suspicious look.
“And you never get late to class, but today you came in late too.” Stella raises her eyes at me teasingly.
I’m not going to give them a reason to tease me by telling them I got late today because of James. That I was too busy getting fucked under the shower by my dad’s best friend. And after that, he didn’t let me go. He fucked me hard against the glass door, pinning me in place before coming all over my body—my stomach, my thighs, my legs. My release dripped down my thighs.
Then, as if I were his baby, he cleaned me up and bathed me properly. It was… cute. No one has ever taken care of me like that.
God! I’m lost in his thoughts again.
Crazy woman!
“I woke up late, that’s all.” I force a casual tone, hiding my smile.
Stella teases, “Oh! We thought it was something else.”
“Yeah! We thought you got late because of Mr Luther,” Zoe adds with a smirk.
“It’s not like that. You both think anything.” I give them the fake glare, and they both laugh, knowing I’m lying.
After my classes, as I walk down the corridor, lost in thoughts of James, my phone vibrates in my bag. I take it out and see James’s message on the screen.
James: I’m coming to pick you up.
What the fuck? Is he really here? Why?
No one has ever come to pick me up like this.
Me: What? Why?
James: Because I’m missing you, and you’re not leaving my mind for even a second.
Why is he saying what I’m feeling?
God! What is happening to us?
Suddenly, I feel a pang in my heart, thinking that everything will come to an end once Dad comes back. But I ignore it. I want to make the most of the time I have with James and enjoy every moment. For the first time in my life, I feel truly happy. I just want to surrender to this temporary happiness.
Me: Same here. What time will you arrive?
James: In five minutes. Meet me at the back of the college.
Me: Okay.
Why the hell am I smiling like an idiot? Why am I this excited to see him, as if I haven’t met him in ages?
I shake my head and walk toward the back of the college.
When I reach there, I see him waiting for me outside his car, hiding something behind his back.
This morning, when I left for class, he was fully dressed in a dark, tailored suit—polished, powerful, like he had just stepped out of a high-end magazine. But now, he’s wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his muscular forearms. The top few buttons are undone, exposing a glimpse of his bare chest, and my fingers ache to touch it.
The sight of him drives me crazy. How can he look so hot in whatever he wears?
Before I can say anything, he pulls out a bouquet of red roses from behind his back.
My heart skips a beat.
Why is he doing this? Making me feel special? And the worst part—I can’t even lie to myself. He is melting my heart.
“For my favourite girl,” he says in his deep and smooth voice as he hands me the bouquet.
I take it, feeling something in my heart.
“James, you didn’t have to…”
“I wanted to,” he cuts me off, looking deep into my eyes.
As his gaze drops to my feet and his brows furrow, I also move my eyes down and notice the strap of my heel undone.
Suddenly, he kneels in front of me, causing my eyes to widen in shock. Before I can say anything, he takes hold of my ankle, sending a shiver down my spine.
No one has ever done this for me. He is such a gentleman. The walls I built around my heart are crumbling because of his gestures.
“You don’t have to do that. I can do it myself.”
Hearing my words, he looks up at me from his position and smiles, “I know you can, sweetheart, but let me. I take care of what’s mine.”
His words send a deep emotion straight into my heart. As he secures the strap of my heel, his fingers touching my skin, I just stare at him in disbelief. Is he real?
“All done.” He stands up, smiling.
I clutch the bouquet tighter in my hands, staring at him, speechless.
What the hell is he doing to me?
And, more importantly, why does it feel so right when I know it’s so wrong?
What would Dad think?
No! I can’t fall for this.
Stop it, Selena. For once, think about yourself.
He makes you happy. Just enjoy this happiness for a while.
You deserve it.
As my heart screams at me, so ignoring my mind, I give him a nervous smile and let myself feel this moment.
I’ve never been like this—nervous and speechless.
But he makes me both.
And I think I like it. I like whatever he does.