Chapter 56 Marry Me

Chapter 56 Marry Me
Selena’s P.O.V. 

As soon as we enter our room on the yacht, James shuts the door and pins me against the wall, grabbing my waist before pressing his lips against mine.

I jump on him and wrap my legs around him. We grind against each other, kissing hungrily, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. We both are so horny after that game. 

Sorry. Not only were we horny—everyone got turned on after that game, because all the tasks we gave each other were so wild. First, they gave me the lap dance dare, then we gave Sky the task to kiss Zoe’s neck, and oh God… he didn’t hold back. Zoe was blushing so hard. Her face matched her lipstick.

Then came Stella and Alex’s turn. We dared Alex to whisper something dirty in Stella’s ear while looking her in the eye. The way she bit her lip and tugged his shirt right after? Yeah. Let’s just say they left the table before their turn even ended.

Everyone were feeling hot, and the night just kept getting crazier from there.

But right now, none of that matters—because James has me pressed against the wall like he’s been waiting all night to do this.

His mouth crashes onto mine with a hunger that steals my breath. His hands grip my thighs, then slide up to my hips as I grind against him, desperate for friction.

“Fuck, Selena,” he whispers against my mouth, “you have no idea what you do to me.”

“Oh, I think I do,” I breathe, rubbing against his rock-hard length through his pants. “And I love it.”

I just can’t wait to feel him deep inside me. 

He carries me to the bed and tosses me onto the mattress before pulling his shirt off in one swift motion. His eyes are blazing with desire as he looks down at me, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Damn! I still can’t believe this hot man is all mine. 

I prop myself up on my elbows and smile. “You gonna stand there and admire me, or are you going to do something about it?”

He gives me a sinful smirk. “You’re gonna regret that attitude, little miss.”

And then he’s on me again—kissing, biting, claiming. His hands roam my body, making me shiver. He slips my dress up my thighs, kissing down my neck, making pussy clench for him. 

Oh God! He drives me crazy. 

“You looked so fucking hot grinding on me in front of everyone,” he murmurs against my skin. “I could hardly keep it together.”

“Good.” I grin at him. “Because I didn’t want you to.”

He pulls the dress over my head and tosses it aside. His eyes roam all over my body like I’m the most addictive thing he’s ever seen.

“Mine,” he whispers, before dipping his head and taking my nipple into his mouth.

I moan, arching into him as my hands scratch his back. The yacht could explode right now and I wouldn’t even notice. All I care about is his touch—his mouth, his hands. 

His tongue teases my nipple while his hand moves down between my thighs and rubs my wetness over the panties, making me whimper beneath him. I can’t breathe. I don’t want to. Not when every second with him feels like drowning in a sea of desire I never want to escape. He is the fire, and I want to be consumed by it.

“James,” I gasp, running my fingers through his hair, “please…”

He groans deeply, sliding my panties down and tossing them aside before unzipping his pants in haste. My eyes lock with his as he positions himself, his gaze burning into mine. As his fingers entwine with mine, the charm on our bracelets clinks together. 

And then he’s inside me—deep, thick, stretching me perfectly.

“Fuck, you feel like heaven,” he moans against my neck, slowly rolling his hips. “So warm… so tight…”

My back arches off the bed and fingers dig into his shoulders. His every thrust is slow and deep until he suddenly stills.

He looks down at me, breathless, eyes soft and wild all at once. “Marry me, Selena,” he says, voice hoarse and raw with emotion. “Please… become my wife.”

My lips part in shock. “Oh God, James… who proposes like this?”

His lips curve into that signature cocky smirk. “You know I’m James Luther. My ways are different.”

And with that, he pulls out slowly before slamming back into me with full force.

“Fuck…” I cry out, gripping the sheets.

He thrusts again, harder. “I want to hear it, Selena,” he orders in my ear. “Say yes. I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes!” I scream, digging my nails into his back. “Oh God… yes! I want to be your wife!”

He lets out a low, satisfied groan and picks up the pace, driving into me with fierce, claiming strokes. “I want to fill you with my seed… and make you the mother of my children soon, Selena. I can’t wait to build a family with you.”

His words make something tighten in my chest and between my legs. I grab his hair and yank him down into a passionate kiss, pouring every bit of love I feel into it.

“Me too,” I whisper against his lips. “I love you so much, James.”

In one swift motion, he flips me onto my stomach. I gasp as he spanks my ass. The sting is making me moan with need.

He grabs my waist and pulls me up onto all fours, sliding back inside me from behind with a grunt.

“This pussy is mine.” He slams into me, grabbing my hair. “You’re mine.”

I scream his name, smiling contentedly. The sound of water and our bodies colliding is filling the room like music—waves crashing against the yacht as he crashes into me with the same unstoppable force.

“You feel so fucking perfect.” He tightens his grip in my hair, tugging just enough to make me moan louder. “So wet… so tight… You were made for me, Selena.”

“Yes… only for you.” My arms give out, my face pressed into the sheets as he pounds into me, hitting that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyes. It’s like a man on a mission to mark what’s his.

And I am.

Completely, utterly his.



We collapse onto the bed, tangled in each other—sweaty, breathless, completely undone. My body’s still trembling from the many intense orgasms, but it’s my heart that’s beating the loudest.

James brushes his fingers down my arm, then reaches toward the nightstand. For a second, I think he’s just grabbing a bottle of water or his watch. But then I see it.

A small velvet box.

My heart skips.

He opens it and takes out the most stunning ring I’ve ever seen. Not just because of the way it sparkles, but because of what it means.

He doesn’t speak, just lifts my left hand and slips it on my finger. It fits perfectly.

Then he kisses my hand, looking at me. 

My eyes well up with tears of joy. 

I throw my arms around him, hugging him tightly. “I can’t wait to call you my husband,” I say against his neck.

“You know…” He pulls back slightly and strokes my cheek with his thumb. “I was scared. What if you said no? You’re so young. What if you wanted to chase your dreams before even thinking about marriage?”

I glare at him. “So what? You think I’m going to stop dreaming just because I’m your wife?” I raise my brows at him. “Now I’ll fulfil all my dreams—with you by my side. With your support. That’s the difference.”

I lean in and give him a soft kiss.

He rests his forehead against mine and smiles. “I promise I’ll be there with you every step.” He kisses my forehead before tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

“I know.” I beam at him, heart full.

Our eyes lock.

And for a long, beautiful moment, there’s no need for words.

Just two souls completely lost in each other.

Forever.