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Selena POV

I tossed my weary body onto the bed, stretching my arms and yawning loudly. A sharp, pounding headache hit my brain, and I could hardly muster the energy to move my body due to the intense pain radiating through every inch of my being. It felt as if I had just emerged from a vicious battle!

Slowly, I freed my eyes, wincing at the bright light, when I suddenly became aware of the sound of heavy breathing next to me. Panic gripped me as I hurriedly hopped off the bed, desperately trying to retrace the events of the previous night in my foggy memory.

Suddenly, it all came rushing back to me. I had gone down to the bar the night before and started drinking far too much - a potent mix of tequila and vodka. And then... he had appeared. This mysterious man had approached me, and one thing had led to another.

I spotted my dress crumpled on the floor, and to my horror, I realized I was completely naked. Hastening to retrieve my 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 shame and regret.

Pulling myself off the bed, I quickly slipped on my bra and dress, desperately searching for my missing G-string. Suddenly, a strong hand appeared, dangling the elusive garment in front of me. "Where do you think you're going? Barging into my life and then leaving?" the man growled, raising his eyebrows in a challenge.

I snatched the G-string from his grasp. "It was just a one-night stand. I was horny, and you looked hot. Now, thank you and goodbye," I retorted, smirking as I turned to leave.

But his muscular hand shot out, gripping me and pulling me back towards the bed. "No one comes into my life and then leaves. Now, you are mine forever. New identity. New life. New name, Mrs. Selena Blanco Corsini!" he whispered huskily, his lips grazing my neck.

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

Without warning, he tore my clothes away, tossing them aside. 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. I was rendered speechless, my mind in a whirlwind as I tried to process what was happening.

Suddenly, I felt as if my ability to form words had been rudely snatched away, leaving me feeling uncharacteristically tongue-tied. I cleared my throat and blinked rapidly, finding my voice. "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.

He raised his brows in a gesture of shock. "What?! You spread those legs so smoothly last night!" he exclaimed.

I rolled my eyes in exasperation. "I told you, I was horny! So, could you please just forget about last night? It was just a one-night stand!" I pleaded.

He pulled away from me, huffing as he walked towards the window. The sight of his well-muscled body, with his member in full view, made my heart skip a beat and my body flush with desire. 'Gosh, he's hot! But I'm not here to have fun!' I whispered to myself, desperately trying to snap out of my trance.

I stood up, tiptoeing towards the door, but his sudden yell stopped me in my tracks. "You! Stop!" he commanded.

I turned to face him, my expression one of confusion. "What?"

With a few long strides, he reached me and effortlessly lifted me, pinning me against the wall. "What part of what I said didn't you understand?! I clearly said that you are mine!" he growled, his lips mere inches from mine.

"Thank you for this night in your suite! Let's just say the one-night stand was a payment for the room!" I retorted harshly, unable to meet his gaze.

He grabbed my chin, squeezing my jaw with his firm grip. "Then I need more!" he declared.

"Huh?" I responded, utterly bewildered.

"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.

"Huh?! Are you insane?" I gasped, struggling to breathe.

"How much?" he muttered.

"I'm not a whore!" I hollered, my anger rising.

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.

I exhaled deeply. "Okay."

"Clever girl!" he exclaimed, a triumphant grin spreading across his face. He gently carried me back to the bed and laid me down. Before I could utter a word, he silenced me with a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring the depths of my mouth. His touch was soft, yet his unwavering gaze seemed to penetrate my very soul. 'Something new was happening to me,' I realized, as he began to kiss and caress every inch of my body.

Leaving a trail of hickeys along my neck, he then positioned himself at my entrance and thrust into me forcefully, eliciting a moan of pleasure from my lips. He was unlike any lover I'd ever known, as if we had been intimately entwined for a lifetime. And this time, I was fully aware and present, savoring every moment of his skilled and dominant touch.

'Definitely, he has a huge member, and this time I was totally awake to everything,' I mused, my body surrendering to the sensations he was evoking within me.