Chapter[4]

Chapter 4

Selena.

I tossed my weary body onto the bed, stretching my arms and yawning loudly, feeling an overwhelming sense of exhaustion wash over me like a heavy blanket. A sharp, pounding headache struck my brain like a relentless drum, echoing through my skull with every beat, and I could hardly muster the energy to move my body at all due to the intense pain radiating through every inch of my being. It felt as if I had just emerged from a vicious battle, bruised and battered, my strength completely sapped and my mind clouded by fatigue.

"What happened?" I murmured internally.

Slowly, I forced my eyes open, wincing at the harsh, bright light flooding the room. The blinding rays felt as if they were stabbing at my eyeballs, intensifying the ache in my head. It was then that I suddenly became acutely aware of the sound of heavy breathing next to me. Panic gripped me like a vice as I hurriedly hopped off the bed, desperately trying to retrace the fragmented events of the previous night in my foggy, hazy memory.

"Where am I?" I tried to remember anything.

Suddenly, it all came rushing back to me in vivid detail, like a movie playing in my mind. I had gone down to the bar the night before, eager to unwind and relax after a long week of work and stress, and started drinking far too much—an intoxicating, potent mix of tequila and vodka that clouded my judgment and dulled my senses. I had promised myself just one drink, but the atmosphere was electric, and one drink quickly turned into two, then three, until I was lost in the revelry. And then... he had appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, like a knight in shining armor amidst a chaotic battlefield. This mysterious man had approached me with an enticing smile that promised adventure, and one thing had led to another in a whirlwind of attraction and desire that I hadn’t anticipated.

I spotted my dress crumpled on the floor, a stark reminder of the night’s reckless abandon, and to my horror, I realized I was completely naked beneath the sheets. Hastening to retrieve my discarded clothes, I knew I had to get out of this suite as quickly as possible and forget this ever happened. I wasn't the type to engage in one-night stands, and the mere thought of it filled me with overwhelming shame and regret that churned in my stomach like a turbulent sea.

Pulling myself off the bed with a groan, I quickly slipped on my bra and dress, desperately searching for my missing G-string, which seemed to have vanished into thin air. This sense of vulnerability only heightened my anxiety. Suddenly, a strong hand appeared, dangling the elusive garment in front of me like a trophy. "Where do you think you're going? You can't just barge into my life and then leave without a word?" the man growled, raising his eyebrows in a challenging manner that sent a shiver down my spine.

I snatched the G-string from his grasp, feeling a mix of defiance and embarrassment. "It was just a one-night stand. I was feeling horny, and you looked incredibly hot. Now, thank you, but goodbye," I retorted, smirking as I turned to leave, hoping to escape this strange encounter unscathed.

But his muscular hand shot out, gripping my arm with surprising strength and pulling me back towards the bed. "No one comes into my life and then leaves so easily. Now, you are mine forever. A new identity. A new life. A new name, Mrs. Selena Blanco Corsini!" he whispered huskily, his lips grazing my neck, sending shivers down my spine and igniting a flicker of something unsettling within me.

I struggled against his hold, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and... something else entirely. "Excuse me, but I really need to go now," I stammered, trying in vain to hide my growing attraction to this dominant, powerful man who seemed to have an irresistible hold over me.

Without warning, he tore my clothes away, tossing them aside like they were nothing, as if they had no significance. His fingers began to roam my body, caressing my waist and trailing down to my thighs, his gaze fixed on my breasts with a devilish smirk that made my heart race uncontrollably. I was rendered speechless, my mind in a whirlwind as I tried to process what was happening, every nerve ending in my body on high alert, screaming for me to flee yet equally drawn to him.

Suddenly, I felt as if my ability to form coherent words had been rudely snatched away, leaving me feeling uncharacteristically tongue-tied and bewildered. I cleared my throat and blinked rapidly, finally managing to find my voice again. "Hey, what are you doing? Get your hands off me right now!" I demanded, using every muscle in my legs to try and close them tightly against his advances, feeling a mix of indignation and confusion.

He raised his brows in a gesture of shock and disbelief. "What?! You spread those legs so smoothly last night!" he exclaimed with a mix of surprise and amusement, as if he were teasing me rather than confronting me.

I rolled my eyes in exasperation, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. "I told you, I was feeling horny! So, could you please just forget about last night? It was just a one-night stand!" I pleaded, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity in this chaotic situation, desperate to reclaim my sense of self.

He pulled away from me, huffing in frustration as he walked towards the window, his well-muscled body silhouetted against the light. The sight of him, with his member in full view, made my heart skip a beat and my body flush with a mix of desire and confusion. 'Gosh, he's undeniably hot! But I'm not here to have fun!' I whispered to myself, desperately trying to snap out of my trance and regain control of my thoughts, feeling torn between reason and reckless attraction.

I stood up, tiptoeing cautiously towards the door, but his sudden yell stopped me dead in my tracks. "You! Stop!" he commanded, his voice firm and unyielding, a tone that brooked no argument.

I turned to face him, my expression one of confusion and uncertainty. "What?" I asked, feeling a mix of apprehension and curiosity swelling within me.

With a few long strides, he reached me and effortlessly lifted me, pinning me against the wall with an intensity that left me breathless, my heart racing wildly in my chest. "What part of what I said didn't you understand?! I clearly stated that you are mine!" he growled, his lips mere inches from mine, a fierce determination in his gaze that made me feel both vulnerable and oddly exhilarated.

"Thank you for this night in your suite! Let's just say that the one-night stand was a form of payment for the room!" I retorted harshly, unable to meet his intense gaze, feeling both anger and frustration rising within me, my voice trembling slightly despite my bravado.

He grabbed my chin, squeezing my jaw with his firm grip, forcing me to look into his eyes, which were dark and smoldering with an intensity that was hard to ignore. "Then I need more!" he declared, his tone leaving no room for argument, as if he had already made up his mind about the path we were on.

"Huh?" I responded, utterly bewildered by his audacity, my mind racing with thoughts of escape mixed with an inexplicable thrill.

"Yes! I didn't taste this..." he paused, his eyes trailing down to my backside as he gave it a firm squeeze, "...yet! Give it to me, and then you can go," he smirked, lifting me up to his waist effortlessly, his strength both intimidating and strangely alluring.

"Huh?! Are you insane?" I gasped, struggling to breathe as the reality of the situation sank in, my heart pounding furiously in my chest.

"How much?" he muttered, his expression unreadable, as if he were negotiating a deal rather than discussing something deeply personal.

"I'm not a whore!" I hollered, my anger rising, my voice tinged with indignation as I fought against the rising tide of emotions within me.

He mumbled, "Only whores go for one-night stands. If you're not a whore, then you'll be in a relationship with me, at least for a while." As much as I hated to admit it, he had a point that was hard to ignore, a truth that lingered like smoke in the air.

I exhaled deeply, weighing my options. "Okay," I finally conceded, feeling a mix of resignation and intrigue, a part of me drawn to the adventure that awaited.

"Clever girl!" he exclaimed, a triumphant grin spreading across his face, revealing a hint of mischief in his eyes. He gently carried me back to the bed, laying me down as if I were precious, before I could utter a single word. He silenced me with a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring the depths of my mouth with a fervor that left me breathless, igniting a fire within me that I hadn’t anticipated. His touch was soft yet commanding, and his unwavering gaze seemed to penetrate my very soul, unraveling the defenses I had built around my heart.

'Something new and exhilarating was happening to me,' I realized, as he began to kiss and caress every inch of my body with expert skill, his hands igniting sensations I had long buried beneath layers of self-protection. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of us in this moment, lost in a haze of pleasure and desire.

Leaving a trail of hickeys along my neck, he then positioned himself at my entrance and thrust into me forcefully, eliciting an involuntary moan of pleasure from my lips that surprised even me. He was unlike any lover I had ever known, as if we had been intimately entwined for a lifetime, our bodies fitting together seamlessly. And this time, I was fully aware and present, savoring every tantalizing moment of his skilled and dominant touch, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

'Definitely, he has a huge member, and this time I was totally awake to everything that was happening,' I mused, my body surrendering willingly to the sensations he was evoking within me, caught in the throes of unexpected passion that blurred the lines of my reality. Every touch, every kiss felt electric, igniting a fire within me that I thought had long been extinguished.

As the moments stretched into an eternity, I found myself losing track of time, my mind consumed by the pleasure he was giving me. The way he moved, the way he looked at me with an intensity that made me feel seen for the first time in ages—it was intoxicating. I felt alive, every nerve ending awake and tingling with anticipation.

In that moment, I let go of my fears and doubts, surrendering completely to the experience unfolding before me. I was no longer just Selena, the girl who had walked into a bar seeking solace. I was someone new, someone daring and adventurous, exploring uncharted territory in the depths of my desires.

Each thrust was a promise, a declaration that this moment was ours, and I found myself craving more, my body arching in response to his every movement. The line between pleasure and pain blurred, and I welcomed it all, reveling in the sensations that threatened to overwhelm me.

As I surrendered to him fully, I realized that this was not just a moment of physical connection; it was a meeting of souls, a dance of passion that transcended the physical realm. I was no longer afraid of the consequences; I was living in the moment, fully present and aware of the intensity of our connection.

And as the waves of pleasure washed over me, I understood that this encounter would change everything. It was the beginning of a new chapter, one filled with uncertainty and excitement, but also with the promise of something deeper.

In that room, with him, I felt free. Free to explore my desires, free to embrace the unknown, and free to discover who I truly was beyond the confines of my everyday life.

He was like a wild animal; strong like a lion. The way he pushed himself inside my pussy; made me shudder in pleasure.

I moaned;

And moaned;

Wanting more.

"Fuck me harder..." I screamed pulling him tighter while squeezing his ass with my hand.

His kisses burned my body with desire. His hands and tongues playing with my nipples.

As we moved together, lost in the rhythm of our bodies, I knew that whatever happened next, I was ready to face it head-on.