Struggle For Power [✓]

Chapter 39

JUSTINS POV

I munched on Selena's leftover fajitas and salsa from last night and I don't think she had managed to cook a better meal than that, despite being eaten cold. The spices, the chicken, the seasoning. She was improving and damn this was a tough meal to beat.

I look up at Selena and she is pacing around the living room, looking like she was going to get done for murdering someone or something.

"Will you just come here and sit down?" I say with a half-hearted smile. "Eat something at least, you haven't eaten all day."

"How am I supposed to calm down, I bet this will guy is coming down here because your father left us nothing but a sock or something ridiculous." She paces slower now which was progress, perhaps. "Maybe a dead mouse or something shit."

"You really think that low of him?" I ask curiously, even though I knew full well the correct answer. I swear I could have laughed at those words, he couldn't get any lower.

"Of course." She doesn't shy away from her thoughts.

I put down the chicken wrap that was in my hand back on the plate and I instantly walk over to her and cup her warm cheeks and kiss her forehead. She stops pacing and she just lets herself sink in my embrace.

"Do you really think he's left you with anything?" She asks, snuggling her head into my chest.

I had to think about it. I guess once Selena told me last night, I was primarily thinking about all the possibilities, small and big, yet I don't know whether I actually believed them. "Probably nothing worth giving too much attention over. Maybe you're onto something with the socks."

She grins beautifully at me, chuckling quietly while I push away several strands of hair on the side of her face behind her ears.

God, I loved this woman. Every particle of her being was beautifully imperfect and I wanted her to feel that way. I wanted her to know how beautiful she really was.

"You know, we still have about 15 minutes to kill before it's 4." I lick my lip, just at the thought and the tightness in my trousers seemed to intensify.

Selena pushes her body closer to mine and my hands fall down straight onto her waist. "What did you have in mind exactly?"

Her lip bite was an instant turn on and I let out a small groan from the sudden effect. "Don't do that."

"Do what?" With a cheeky smirk, she does it again, enticing me. One of her hands that rested on my back began to move slowly to my chest and began to search my body inch by inch, getting lower and lower until her hand was placed on my cock above of trousers. Her grasp, despite being blocked by the material was everything. Every fibre in me was becoming scorching with the desire of having her naked body intertwining with mine.

I lean down so our heads were touching, my breathing becomes more ragged than before as her hand squeezes gently on my area, my hands going lower and lower on her by the second. She smiled while looking back at me, she knew full well what she was doing. The effect she was on me was electrifying.

"Lena, if you don't cut that out, I will fuck you against that walk right now." I warn with a whisper.

Her eyes drowned themselves with sexual desire.

"Just so you know, I don't have any panties on under this skirt." Before I knew it, I had her pinned against the wall, hard as fuck.

In a heated make-out session, I didn't give a fuck about too much foreplay. I lifted up her skirt slightly and her words were deemed true. I went to feel the lace of her underwear but I met with bare skin instead.