Sky’s P.O.V.A Few Years Later“Sky…” I wake up in the morning as Zoe shakes me. “What happened?” I ask, rubbing my eyes. “Zeke is missing.” She tells me, her voice filled with concerns. I completely wake up, listening to her words. “What? How can he disappear like this?”She shakes her head. “I don’t know. Let’s find him.” We both hurriedly climb down the bed to find Zeke, our six-month-old son who keeps getting in trouble like her Mommy. “Zeke…” Calling out for him, first, we check the bathroom, but it’s empty. Then we head to the walk-in closet. As we enter, we find Zeke sitting in one of Zoe’s open drawers. A triumphant grin stretches across his tiny face, a pink lace bra perched on his head like a crown, while the rest of her undergarments are scattered across the floor.God! He’s an unbelievably naughty kid. “Zeke!” Zoe exclaims, irritated. “What did you do?” He responds by giving us the naughtiest little smile, his eyes twinkling with mischief. I can’t stop myself—I bu
Zoe’s P.O.V. I’m sitting on the floor with Zeke as he happily plays in his room, surrounded by toys. His tiny hands grab at blocks and plush animals, his giggles filling the air. I lean back against the wall, utterly exhausted after chasing this little troublemaker all day. But I admire him with a smile on my face because, no matter how tired I am, his laughter and adorable face are enough to take away all my exhaustion. All of sudden, I hear the sound of the front door opening and my smile widens. “Sky is home!” As I exclaim, Zeke squeals in excitement as if he understands, causing me to laugh. After caressing his hair, I get to my feet and rush toward the door. But in my haste, my foot catches on one of Zeke’s building blocks, sending a sharp pain shooting through my foot. Again trouble! What the hell is wrong with me? “Ouch!” I cry out, stumbling and grabbing the edge of the table for balance. Sky appears in the doorway in an instant, his eyes wide with worry. “Zoe…
I’m combining all the books of this series in one. So going to change the tittle from ‘Forbidden Flames: My Best Friend’ to ‘Forbidden Flames: Steamy Series’ of this book. Forbidden Flames: My Stepbrother Stella I was a broken soul, and I never thought that I would be healed by my stepbrother. Alex My stepsister, whom I thought would hate her, but she became the one and only person whom I desire deeply. *** "No. Flower, you're not ugly. If you could see yourself through my eyes, you'd understand how beautiful and desirable you are." I hold her face in my hands again, pulling her closer. "You're lying, Alex. You treated me horribly at first because you thought I was ugly too." She’s not ready to hear my words, lost in the pain caused by that asshole boyfriend of hers. I press my lips against hers again, wrapping my arms around her waist, pushing her against the car. Her hand rests on the car’s bumper. I’m going to kiss her until she understands I’m not lying, that she is beaut
Alex’s P.O.V.Fuck! My life is a totally fucked up.I’m on my way to pick up my stepmother and stepsister from the airport—two complete strangers who are about to invade my life. I didn’t want to go, but my father was busy with some meetings and forced me to do it.I hate this. I hate everything about this situation. Even though my parents’ marriage wasn’t great and I grew up watching them yell at each other, I still can’t accept the idea of someone else taking my mother’s place. How am I supposed to just welcome this woman and her daughter into my life? Just like that?Although I usually love driving, today I’m sitting in the passenger seat of the Range Rover, letting the driver handle it. I can’t even bear the thought of standing outside with a sign, waiting for two people I don’t even want to meet. And I didn’t bring my car because there’s no way I’m letting strangers sit in it.I don’t even know what they look like. My father showed me pictures once, but I didn’t care enough to r
Stella’s P.O.V.My stepbrother is so fucking rude!He spoiled my mood. I was so excited to explore New York City. It’s the first time I’ve stepped out of my hometown, Ibiza, and I thought this would be an amazing start. But no, Alex—the guy with hazel eyes and brown hair—ruined everything with his attitude. All I did was ask him for a tour, trying to break the ice, and he snapped at me as I asked for his life savings.“What’s his problem? Is it because I’m his stepsister? Or is he just an asshole to everyone?” I murmur to myself, rolling my eyes.I’ve only known him for a few hours, and I already can’t stand him.Now, I just pray I never meet him again, but we’re going to live in the same house. It’s quite impossible to avoid him. God! Please save me from him.I was looking forward to exploring this city, but now all I can think about is how I’m stuck living under the same roof with him. I mean, it’s not like I wanted this either and I didn’t choose for our parents to get married. Thi
Stella’s P.O.V.After exploring NYC, I return to my new home, utterly exhausted, ready to collapse on my bed and shut out the world. As I lie there, my eyes finally starting to close, I hear it—a loud, pounding beat of music vibrating through the walls.I sit up, groaning. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”The music is coming from the room right next to mine.Shit! Is that Alex’s room? Of course, it has to be him. My luck can’t be that bad, can it? But there it is, blasting through the walls, rattling my nerves. How the hell am I supposed to sleep with this loud noise?Fuck my life! This day can’t be more bad.I throw off the blankets and storm out of my room before heading straight for his door. I knock—hard—hoping that he’ll at least be decent enough to answer.Why God, why are you doing this with me? I don’t want to face that grumpy man, but you’re forcing me to deal with him again. For what sins are you punishing me?The door swings open, and my eyes widen. Alex stands there shirtles
Alex’s P.O.V. Murder! I want to murder my stepsister. I’m still fuming from last night. Stella—my ill-mannered step-sister—threw my stereo into the pool like it was nothing. Who does that? That girl is out of her mind. Last night, I planned to take revenge on her for ruining my shoes. I didn’t want to let her sleep in peace, but she again did something—for which I want to kill her more now. My arm still stings where she bit me. I can’t believe she actually did that. I didn’t expect her to get so... wild. Who does that? Is she a kid or what? Now, I’m not going to leave a single chance to piss her off. I won’t let her live in peace in my house for even a single second. She doesn’t know I’m Alex Blackwood, and I won’t tolerate the way she is behaving with me. She has to pay for her deeds—for spoiling my shoes, for throwing my stereo, and for biting me. I sit at the dining table the next morning, glaring at Stella who sits across me, glancing at me with a stupid smile on he
Stella’s P.O.V.Pain in the ass!My stepbrother is the one. I know he’s deliberately trying to piss me off. But I’m not one to back down. I’ll also leave no chance to annoy him.I walk through the crowded corridors of my new college, trying to find my classroom. Alex is in the same class as mine, but how could I have asked him to direct me to the classroom when we spent the entire car ride bickering instead?What the fuck does he think of himself? Mr. Grumpy, with his stupid muscles and his tattoos, acts like the world revolves around him.“Stella, just stop thinking about him and find your class.” I chide myself because I can’t be late on my first day. Already, I’m entering college halfway through the semester. The last thing I need is to make a bad impression.Although it’s usually easy for me to make friends because of my talkative nature, I still feel a bit nervous. After all, most people have already formed their groups, and I’m the new girl, the outsider.I continue walking, dod
James’s P.O.V. The next morning, I wake up in my bed with a woman in my arms and feeling her warm breath tickling my chest. It’s peaceful. It’s perfect. I tighten my hold on her naked body, feeling so damn complete and content. Like always, I inhale the scent of her hair—sweet, familiar, and something uniquely her. It calms my soul. A smile spreads across my face as I look down at her. Selena. The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. As my day starts seeing her face, only one thought comes to my mind that I want to wake up like this every single day. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I’ve never felt this way about any woman before. But with her? I can’t stop thinking about forever, and it feels so damn right. A few strands of hair fall across her face, and I gently tuck them behind her ear before kissing her forehead. As I run my fingers through her hair, she stirs in my arms and her body shifts against mine. She slowly opens her eyes and gives me a lazy, sleepy smile that to
Selena’s P.O.V. I sit in James’s lap on the college terrace, the sky darkening and the city lights glowing in the distance. His warm arms are wrapped around my waist, holding me close as if he never wants to let go. We’re completely lost in each other. His warmth gives me the comfort I always craved. It’s so peaceful. I can’t stop thinking about how possessively he fucked me in every corner of the library. And when I told him I had done it in the classroom and on the terrace with someone else, he just took me to the room first. He made me sit on the desk, then dropped to his knees in front of me, eating me wildly until I was trembling. Then, before I could even catch my breath, he knelt me before him and fucked my mouth like no one ever had before. And then, as if possessed, he dragged me to the college terrace, where he bent me over and took me on the cold floor, gripping my hair and spanking my ass while pounding into me. It was wild. It was incredible. God! My core still throb
James’s P.O.V. I grip her throat and pin her to the shelves as I unfasten my jeans with my free hand. “Today, you’ll only remember one man, and that’s me.” My body is on fire, and my dick is as hard as rock. Right now, all I want is to bury myself deep inside her and claim her as mine. Ever since she told me she had sex with someone else in the library, I’ve been dying to erase that memory from her mind. She belongs to me. Only me, and today I’m going to engrave that in her mind. As I push my jeans and boxers down, her eyes drop to my hard length, and she instinctively presses her thighs together. Not for long. Gripping her thighs, I lift her effortlessly and wrap her legs around my waist. I rub my cock against her dripping wetness, teasing her, watching her eyes flutter shut as she moans in frustration. “I can’t wait anymore.” She wraps her arms around my neck. It’s so satisfying to know that she’s as desperate as I am. I let out a dark chuckle. “So my dirty little girl wants
Selena’s P.O.V. The next day, after my last class, Mr Luther calls me and says, “Can you come and meet me in your college library, Selena?” My eyes widen in shock. What? Is he really in the college? “You’re in the library? Why?” “You know why, Selena. Don’t be innocent.” I can feel the possessive tone in his voice. “Just come here. Fast.” He ends the call before I can say something. Does he come here because yesterday I told him about my past sex encounter in the library? I didn’t think that he would actually show up here because of that. “Fuck! He’s crazy,” I mutter, shaking my head, but I can’t stop smiling. My heartbeat fastens as I wonder what he’s planning to do. Will he have sex with me there? Only the thought of Mr Luther fucking me sends a twitch between my thighs and I press them together. Fuck! I can’t believe Mr Luther is going to fuck me. I rush to the library, my cheeks red. The anticipation of feeling him deep inside me is driving me crazy. I haven’t eve
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. Bu
Selena’s P.O.V.“When we didn’t see you in the classroom, we couldn’t believe that you took a day off. Because you did that for the first time.” Stella says, sitting on the edge of my bed.“Yeah!” Zoe nods, sitting beside her. “We were so shocked when we got your text. You used to never miss a day.”“Well, I wanted to come, but Mr. Luther wouldn’t let me leave the house.” I sigh, leaning back against the pillows.“Finally, you’ve got someone to take care of you.” Zoe grins.“And someone you’re actually listening to! Otherwise, you’d probably show up to class with a fever—or even a broken leg—no matter how often we told you to take a day off.” Stella teases, nudging me.They both burst into laughter while I roll my eyes and trying not to smile. They’re right, but I can’t let them tease me.“Stop it, you two. It’s not like that.”“Not like what?” Zoe raises an eyebrow. “Selena, don’t even try to deny it. That man is wrapped around your little finger.”“Zoe, he’s just looking out for me.
Selena’s P.O.V.We return from the camping trip at night, and I keep tossing and turning on the bed, unable to fall asleep. I feel tightness in my chest and a constant aching because I know I’m doing wrong by pushing Mr Luther away from me.He’s the first person who has made me feel things that nobody else has before. He touched my heart, but this is so forbidden. That’s why I’ve been trying to distance myself from him before things get more complicated.But now, I’m missing him so badly it hurts. Only I know how hard I’m struggling to control myself from rushing to his room and falling asleep in his warm arms, listening to his soothing heartbeat, just like we did on the first day of camping.Oh God, I miss his arms, his rough touch, and his deep, muscular voice. I don’t feel like doing anything or eating either. I’m just longing for him—for his comforting presence, his reassuring smile, and the warmth of being wrapped in his arms.But I can’t have him because I know we can never be t
Selena’s P.O.V.As I collapse onto the sleeping bag, I press my fists against my ears, trying to block out the sound of my own heart pounding, trying to convince myself that I did the right thing. I can’t let him get close to me. Not now, never. I hear Mr Luther’s footsteps from outside and then his deep voice. "Selena. Let me in."I squeeze my eyes shut, ignoring him. "There’s a vacant tent nearby, Mr. Luther. You can sleep there." I respond, feeling a deep ache in my chest. All I want right now is to sleep in his warm arms like last night, but I can’t—and it hurts so much.Silence.I imagine him standing there, probably running his hand through his hair in frustration. I bite my lip, not ready to change my mind.“Selena, please,” he requests, making my chest even more heavy with pain. I know I’m not doing right with him, but I’ve no other choice. “I need space.” As I force myself to say these words, fresh tears trickle down my cheeks. I need him. But how can I say this? “I’m no
Selena’s P.O.V.After dinner, Mr Luther and I sit outside our tent, staring at the sky full of stars. The view is breathtaking—so peaceful. However, his presence brings an even deeper peace.The way he gazes at the stars, it’s as if he adores them deeply.“You like the stars?” I ask, breaking the silence.He turns to look at me with a small smile on his face and nods at me, his eyes sparkling. “Yes, I do. I love them because they shine even in darkness... just like you.”His unexpected words leave me speechless. Will he just stop doing this? It’s getting hard for me to control my heart.He moves closer and gently cups my face, locking his eyes with mine. My heart is beating so fast that I’m sure he can feel it. Like always, his proximity is sending shivers down my spine and making my breath heavy.“My life was completely dark, and then you came into it like a ray of sunshine, illuminating everything,” he whispers, brushing his thumb against my cheek. “You’re my little star, Selena.”H