Billionaire rough s*x

Selena's point of view

I was tossing and turning in bed, trying to get up from my deep sleep, but I was too tired. No, I didn't hook up with anyone last night. Luckily, I'm single these days, which is kind of a relief. Not having a boyfriend to deal with makes me feel freer and more relaxed.

The doorbell rang about ten times. "Great, who's coming so early?" I grumbled to myself. I hopped out of bed and glanced at the clock. "What? 5 AM? At least whoever's at the door woke me up so I can get ready for my flight. I'm going to make it!"

I stretched my arms and rushed to open the door. "Yes, Steven! What the hell are you doing here?" I frowned, annoyed. Seriously, I should call the police because he's acting like a stalker. I don't understand what's going on in his head. I've told him a million times I'm not interested in him anymore and I'm not in love with him.

"Good morning, baby, I missed you so much," Steven whispered huskily, checking out my body slowly. I'd love to tear his eyes out to stop him from ogling me. I hate him so much.

I covered my body with my hand and tried to shut the door, but he pushed his way in. "Go away, Steven, there's nothing between us anymore. I'm not your baby. Stop bothering me," I huffed, trying to kick him out, but he pulled me into his chest and leaned in to kiss me.

"But I never broke up with you. I do love you. I miss your body," he said, holding me tight.

I glared at him, struggling to free my hand from his grip. "Steven, stop! I never said I was in love with you. That was just a failed relationship, and you know that." I pointed at him, telling him to leave.

He smirked confidently, checking out my butt. "Whatever, and I'll never give up. You're mine," he said, drooling over me. I have no idea why I forgave him so many times before. I guess I was just bored and hated feeling lonely.

I pushed his chest with all my strength and yelled in his face. "Stop that! Even so, you can't force me, and you know that being the son of an ambassador won't give you more power than me. I'm not a weak woman, and my connections could kick you out of this country forever. Don't dare to talk to me like this or threaten me again!" I shouted, pushing him out and slamming the door.

He yelled, "Yes, but I'll do my best to make you mine again, and don't forget that sleeping with me is a sin in your country. Don't forget that!" His dirty threat made me sick.

I opened the door again and gave him a disgusted look. "Listen, don't ever try to blackmail me because no one can do that! Before saying any more crap, I'll cut your f*cking tongue!" I warned him in a threatening tone, then shut the door and locked it, ignoring his mumbling.

'Ugh, I don't know why he keeps stalking me. I gave him a chance, and he betrayed me! How can he come back and act like a loving victim?' I hate this country. Now I need to pack and leave for the airport immediately. I need a break, three months away could give me a fresh start. 'Love, life, money, and business - I've lost everything.'

I rushed to my room, grabbed my bags and passport, and brought out the photo of my best friend Pamela. 'Pamela, I wish you were still here. I miss you so much, you were the big sister who gave me advice. If only I'd listened to you, I wouldn't have lost everything. Let's hope I don't lose my dignity too. Thank God no one knows about my bankruptcy.'

I kissed Pamela's picture and put it back in my wallet. She was my rock. 'Now I only have $10,000 left. Ugh, fake friends, my terrible relatives, drinking every night, and all the guys I dated - no one stood by me except Pamela. I need to start over, find a job in another country, and then come back to take revenge on everyone who hurt me.'

I took a quick shower and put on a casual pink dress. I used to live life the way I wanted, wasting years on useless things and losing millions. The crazy part is that I wasn't even that superficial. Maybe I just couldn't belong in this country. I've never felt like I truly fit in here. Or maybe I just never found the true love I was looking for.

Finally, I was ready and called the limo waiting for me. I rushed to the airport and boarded the flight to Italy, ignoring all of Steven's calls and texts. I wasn't in the mood to dwell on my miserable past or think about any of my exes.

'Thank God I still have these business class tickets.' I sighed in relief, smirking to myself. Or in other words, I was blaming myself for destroying my life and losing all my money. The word 'poor' doesn't even begin to describe what I've done to myself.

I fell asleep, but then I flinched and opened my eyes when I heard loud voices. I saw a group of businessmen talking loudly. In my typical rude, arrogant fashion, even when I'm broke, I snapped my fingers and shouted, "Hey, if you want to talk loudly, go to economy class or use your own jet!"

But suddenly, all of them stepped away, and a man in the middle slowly turned to me, raising his eyebrows. "Look who's talking! I wonder how you even managed to book a ticket on this flight?"

To be honest, he was handsome, or maybe I should say arrogant. He's exactly the kind of guy I'm looking for - blue eyes, dark hair, tall, broad-shouldered, and tanned. He didn't seem to be from my country either, and we were speaking in English.

I huffed and got up, snatching a glass of water from a waitress's hand and throwing it in his face. "There, now we're even. Don't you dare talk to me that way!" I laughed hysterically and stepped back.

But he gripped my hand and pulled me to sit on his lap. "I'm not scared, pretty. No one has ever dared to shout at my face like that. And by the way, this is my airline."

I rolled my eyes, pushing his hands away. 'His airline? Whatever!' I cleared my throat, looking at him. "Even so, handsome, take your hands off me, or I'll open the emergency door and push you out!" I threatened him directly, but there was something about him. His eyes seemed to be invading my soul, and his wicked expression made me lose control.

This has never happened to me before. What's going on with my body and my tongue?!

He blurted out, "You're sexy."

I bit my lip. "You're hot!" I managed to say, then went back to my seat, grabbing a magazine and hiding behind it, trying to conceal my flushed, embarrassed face. 'What am I doing? I'm supposed to be on my way to work, not looking for fun!'

Noah Blanco

I was on the flight back to Italy. My country, my hometown where I grew up and where I lived most of my life.

I wanted to check on my airlines. I always did surprise checks once per month or sometimes more. But this time was totally different. Something weird happened, and I didn't know if it was good, bad, or silly to even think back to that moment.

While I was talking with the president of the airline inside the plane - yes, as a busy man like me, I didn't have much time to meet later - I know that everything was going well, but I wanted to make sure of that myself.

At that moment, a very hot and beautiful girl yelled out of the blue, complaining about the loud noises that came from us. She scolded me as no one ever had before, and it seemed like she didn't know who I was because she didn't look Italian. She wasn't supposed to rush into such a quarrel without asking who I was; it was rather impolite and idiotic on her part.

Even if she had no knowledge at all, she had eyes to know the category we fell under. I mean, it was obvious to the blind that I looked like a very rich businessman. Therefore, it was strange that she threw the water in my face with no fear or even blinked at all. On the contrary, she smirked with boldness and didn't move a budge.

I was kind of speechless but impressed, and she got all my attention. I should have slapped her face at least or choked her until she lost the ability to breathe and begged me for forgiveness, but I just praised her beauty instead.

Her angelic, hot features were breathtaking. Something I have never seen in my life. In addition to that, she insulted me, and that would be the first mistake in my life to be recorded in history.

Even men couldn't ever dare to face me or look me eye to eye. But she did it, and she simply shocked me when she said I was handsome and hot.

I have no idea why she did that; it was like slipped words through her tongue, but she got me there.

Without any previous notice and out of the blue, she dragged herself back to her chair and ignored my eyes. Could she be shy? Embarrassed?! But how? She was just nagging and yelling shamelessly. I peeked at her, but all I saw were her red cheeks and her fingers playing with a few strands of her long hair, as if she was daydreaming about something happening in bed. Yeah, I do have a dirty mind, but I always hit the right spot.

I discontinued talking about business all the way back to Italy because I didn't find myself in the mood to continue. I just cemented my eyes on her all the time, observing her and waiting for her to make any move.

I wanted to stand up from my seat badly and sit next to her, but I couldn't. Maybe because I thought she would make a move. I wasn't used to trailing women; they used to kiss my feet and beg me to sleep with them.

Few hours passed by peacefully and silently. Once we landed, she disappeared as if she never existed. I asked the manager of the airlines to find her name and all the details about her, which was so easy because she was a foreigner and she had already booked the ticket with her passport.

I got into the limo and went directly to the grand hotel that I owned. I was lucky, I guess, because I met that woman again. She was yelling at the receptionist.

I hastened to her and placed my arms on the counter. "Hey, you. Don't you have another way instead of yelling? Can't you talk like normal people?" I raised my eyebrow, gazing at her. She ignored me and didn't even glance back. I felt humiliated, and I nudged her shoulder with my fingers. She slapped back my hand.

She turned her head slowly to me and crossed her arms over her chest. "Why are you everywhere I go? Don't you have something else to do instead of talking to a beautiful woman like me?" she huffed.

Oh my lord! I wanted to slap her mouth. No, maybe a rough kiss would be much better. What a dirty mind I have?!

'No, sexy girl. I just fuck beautiful women like you,' I said in my mind while showing her a huge smirk.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I should ask you the same. Why are you everywhere I own?"

She narrowed her eyebrows. "Oh, nonsense! Really?! Do you own Italy?" she mumbled with a small snort. I found it cute and sexy as hell, actually, but only in bed, baby.

"I do, 70% of Italy is mine," I blurted out.

She threw me looks of disbelief. "Could you please shut the f'ck up. I'm not interested in you. I'm here because I reserved a room, and the recipient says that there's no empty room! So, I'm already mad enough to squeeze your balls and smash this hotel over your pretty head," she shouted and turned her head to the receptionist again as if she never heard that the hotel was mine. Or maybe she is stupid! But I don't think so. To hell with her! I have never been rejected by any woman before.

I slammed the counter with my hand and groaned. "Hey, you listen to me. I'm uninterested in you too. Good luck with your reservation."

I stepped away, but she muttered, "Well, I think I will go and search for a room in another hotel."

I glanced at her dragging her bags and suddenly, I said, "Wait, you could stay here tonight in my suite." Dammit! What did I just say? She might think that I was trying to seduce her.

She rubbed her chin. "Oh, great. What about you?" she raised her eyebrows.

She made me tremble somehow with her eyes. Sometimes she looked so shy, and sometimes unashamed. I stared for a while with no answer. I was dazzled by her. She was the first woman who attracted and affected me.

She blurted out, "Well, I guess you could stay with me tonight until you find me an empty room. But don't dare to touch me, or I will cut off your precious member that lays between your legs. Got that, handsome?"! She said rudely and arrogantly. But somehow, I tried to curb my chuckle.

"I won't touch you, and the suite is very big. There are two bathrooms and two beds. Don't even dream of me," I threw her a sheepish smile.

She looked up and down at me and pushed her bags towards me. "Fine, carry these bags to your suite. I will follow you. I'm tired because your Italian airline was too noisy and uncomfortable. I felt like I was on a public bus, not a plane," she commanded me sternly, eyeballing me and gesturing with her head for me to lift up her bags. Did she think I was her servant?!

My men were speechless and staring at me, possibly thinking I would kill her. I rounded my fist angrily, and even my veins wanted to jump out of my skin. Then I hollered to my men. "Bring those bags to my suite now. Why are all of you staring like idiots?!"

She shook her head with a smirking smile and patted my shoulder. "You know, you should calm down or you will die of a heart attack at an early age. Or your nerves will explode," she said calmly, but the coldness of her words made me boil again.

I don't know why I didn't beat her. I don't know why I offered her my suite. No other woman was permitted to step inside this suite, even every woman I had sex with. I was always using another room or one of my spare houses.

I walked to the elevator, and she followed me. She acted weirdly, and I don't know why she accepted to stay with a stranger easily. I don't know why she acts rudely and arrogantly. I don't even know her name.

My men followed us to the elevator, and she stepped inside with me. Then she leaned down to my neck, smelling my perfume.

I raised my brows. "What? Do you like my perfume?!" I asked arrogantly.

She scrunched her nose. "Actually, you need to take a bath, you stink! Sweating!"

'God! I wanted to pull her slutty tongue out of her mouth!'

Noah Blanco Corsini's point of view:

"Anything else, ma'am?" I opened the door of my suite, smirking annoyingly at her. A hint of mischief danced in my eyes as I regarded the woman standing before me.

She raised her brows arrogantly, a spark of defiance in her gaze. "No, and I'm not a madam!" she retorted sharply.

I murmured, a teasing lilt to my voice, "Yes, sure! No one could deal with your fierce attitude!"

She lugged her bags from my men and slammed the door, her eyes fixed on me with a fiery intensity. In one swift motion, she pulled me to her chest, her lips mere inches from mine. "See! Don't try to make fun of me or I will..." She paused, a coy smile playing on her lips as she licked them slowly.

I narrowed my eyes, a hint of intrigue in my voice. "Or what, hottie?"

"Or I will make you regret it!" She released her hold on me and walked away, unpacking her bags and throwing some of her clothes haphazardly on the couch and the bed. The suite quickly descended into a state of disarray.

I hollered, stopping her in her tracks. "Hey, hey! I don't like unorganized rooms! It's not yours, and you will only stay here for one night."

"I will do what I want tonight," she retorted, her defiant gaze challenging me.

I mumbled, frustration lacing my words, "You are a nightmare!"

She chuckled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You handsome! Go fill the tub for me with water. I need to take a shower immediately," she commanded, her tone brooking no argument.

I scowled, grinding my teeth. "Hell to you! I'm not your servant."

She smirked, her eyes boring into mine. "Do you have a problem with self-confident women?"

I crossed my arms over my chest, a hint of annoyance in my voice. "Wherever is the woman, for God's sake! Are you considering yourself a woman?! I wonder why God granted you the elegant look with such an ugly tongue! That's why I hate voluptuous, stunning women," I heaved, my irritation palpable.

She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. "Oh! Then you are saying that I'm pretty?!"

I huffed and walked away, laying down on the couch and ignoring her. "Don't make any noise, I want to take a nap."

"Take a shower first because you stink, and I won't make a noise. I will take a shower and go down," she informed me and walked to the bathroom. 'What? Down where?!' I wondered, my curiosity piqued.

I sealed my eyes for half an hour, relaxing my body. Then I opened them to see her standing in front of me, clad only in a towel, water droplets glistening on her skin. She looked adorable and irresistibly sexy. No one could resist this beauty. I wanted to touch her badly, but there was no way in hell I would make a move. I will never give in to the temptation.

I cleared my throat, a hint of unease in my voice. "What? Why are you naked? Why are you gawking at me?"

She blinked, confusion etched on her face. "Me?! You are sleeping on my dress! Move your butt! I want to put on my clothes," she yelled.

I found her dress and threw it to her face. She grabbed it, moved back to the bathroom, and a few minutes later, she emerged wearing a red sleeveless dress that was barely long enough to cover her ample curves. It showcased her rounded, D-sized boobs, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from her alluring form.

She winked at me, "Now, I'm going. Bye." She waved, then turned away. "By the way, what's your name, handsome?!"

"Noah Blanco Corsini," I blurted out, unable to take my gaze off her.

She nodded, a slight smile playing on her lips. "I'm Selena, see you later."

I was going to ask her where she was going, but she shut the door hurriedly and left. I called one of my men who was standing at the door. "Hey, go after her and tell me where she is going step by step. Don't even blink! Grasp that?" I commanded him and hung up.

I don't know why I care, but I do like her somehow, or maybe it's because she didn't pay attention to me like other women. Maybe it's because she's arrogant like a billionaire woman! I don't know.

I stepped into the bathroom to take a shower. Hopping out of the tub in a hurry, my guard calls me. I answered, "Yes?"

"Sir, she's at the bar now. But..." He paused, hesitation evident in his voice.

"Continue, but what?" I asked firmly.

"But, every man in the bar and maybe in the hotel is surrounding her or, in another meaning, they are talking to her, inviting her for drinks and for a dance. She's cute to be honest." I hung up angrily. 'Why am I furious now?! She's talking with men! Why not me?! She disgusts me?! But she keeps calling me handsome?!'

I dried my body, put on my suit, and rushed down to the bar. I spotted her chatting with two businessmen I already knew.

I stopped gaping at her. "Well! I guess you like humble, sullen men after all." I raised an eyebrow, a hint of jealousy underlying my tone.

She was drunk, the words heavy on her tongue; she stood up, stepped closer, and suddenly she bent her arms around my neck. "I guess, you like rude women like me," she whispered, her breath caressing my skin.

"Who are you?" I stressed my words slowly, my curiosity piqued. She's weird, mysterious, and confident.

She stood on her tiptoes, making her lips closer to mine. "I WANT YOU, Handsome," she breathed, her eyes locked on mine with a burning intensity.