Selene's POV
"Sorry, what?"maybe he was joking but he didn't smile,he kept staring at me dead serious.I knew what I was here to do but I had expected a bit of romance.This was entirely awful.
"I said undress" he reiterated with a much harsher tone.
My fingers hovered on the zipper for what felt like an eternity, though it couldn't have been more than two seconds. A little storm was raging inside me but I decided not to act on it .
I pulled, the zipper giving way with a soft, metallic hiss.
The red fabric loosened instantly, sliding off my shoulders like it had been waiting for permission all along.
I didn't look at him. I couldn't. Instead, I stared at the carpet watching the dress fall in a slow, humiliating puddle around my ankles.
The air in the suite hit my bare skin like a slap. Goosebumps raced across my arms, my stomach and down to my thighs.
I stood there in nothing but black lace panties, the matching bra Rita had insisted on and those ridiculous stilettos that made my legs tremble.
I crossed my arms over my chest out of pure instinct, trying to shield what little modesty I had left.
Carlos didn't speak,he just watched menacingly. Totally detached like he was inspecting merchandise before signing the receipt.
That made it worse somehow.
My throat closed. I forced words out anyway, barely above a whisper. "Is this… what you wanted?"
He took one step forward. The carpet muffled his footsteps, but I felt them in my bones.
He stopped just close enough that I could feel his breath brush over my face. His height forced me to tilt my head back to meet his eyes. They were still unreadable, dark pools reflecting nothing back at me.
"Hands down," he said quietly.
My arms tightened instead.
He didn't repeat himself. He simply reached out slowly and caught my wrists in his fingers delicately. Just firm enough to remind me who was in control.
He lowered my arms to my sides.
I let him.
What else could I do?
"Turn around."
I obeyed before my brain could catch up. My body moved on autopilot, spinning until my back was to him, facing the massive bed and the scattered money.
The stack of hundreds stared up at me like green eyes accusing me of what I was about to do.
I heard the faint rustle of fabric behind me—his jacket sliding off, belt buckle clinking open and shirt buttons coming undone one by one. Each sound felt louder than it should have, amplified by the silence between us.
Then his hands were on me, gentle, obviously in an attempt to ensure I was consenting.
Fingertips skimmed my shoulders first, tracing the straps of my bra before slipping them down.
He stepped closer ,his chest brushing my back bare skin . I could feel the steady thump of his heartbeat against my spine, calm where mine was frantic.
One hand slid around to my stomach, fingers splaying wide, holding me in place. The other moved up, cupping my breast with deliberate slowness. His thumb grazed my nipple and I gasped sharply.
He paused.
For the first time, I heard something shift in his breathing. A tiny hitch. Barely there.
"Do you want this or not?" he asked with underlying anger in his voice.
"I do" I barely managed to speak
"On the bed," he said.
I didn't argue.I backed up until my calves hit the mattress, then sat. The money crinkled beneath me. I lay back, arms at my sides, staring at the ceiling because looking at him felt too dangerous.
He shed the rest of his clothes in silence.
Climbing over me, he braced on his forearms so his weight didn't crush me and with his knee,he nudged my legs apart.
He paused there, the blunt head of him brushing my entrance.
"Look at me."
I forced my eyes to his.
Then he pushed inside.Slow,inch by inch.
I gasped at the stretch, nails digging into his shoulders. He didn't stop until he was fully seated, hips flush against mine.
For a moment, neither of us moved,the mattress had been stained with blood,he looked at me,his expression a mix of surprise and admiration—I think.
"You're a virgin?" He asked quietly.
"Yes"I mouthed.
"Do I continue?" He asked again,his eyes filled with something I would like to think was pity.
"Yes"
Just breathing,his forehead dropped to mine. Then he started to move.
Deep, controlled thrusts that rocked me into the mattress. Each one dragged a whimper from my throat.
I wrapped my legs around his waist without thinking.
He groaned,low and guttural. The first real sound he'd made since we started.
His pace quickened,harder and deeper. The bed creaked beneath us. The money slid off the edge in little green cascades.
"Don't—" I gasped. "I can't—"
"You will," he said against my neck. Voice rough. "Cum for me."
His hand slipped between us, thumb pressing my clit in tight circles.
I broke.
This was my first sex and orgasm,it was both blinding and white-hot, endless. I cried out his name without meaning to.
He followed seconds later.
A low growl rumbled in his chest. His hips snapped forward one last time, burying deep as he came into the condom, him still inside me. I felt every pulse, every shudder.
Then silence.
He stayed inside me for a long moment, breathing hard against my shoulder.
When he finally pulled out, I felt the warm slide of him leaving me.
He rolled to the side, lying on his back, staring at the ceiling.
I curled onto my side, knees to my chest, trying to cover myself with my arms. Tears pricked my eyes.Not from pain, but from the sudden, crushing reality of what I'd just done.
I waited for him to tell me to leave.
Instead, he spoke."That was… more than adequate."
I turned my head to look at him.
He sat up, reached for his discarded pants, pulled something from the pocket. It finally revealed as a thick white envelope.
He tossed it onto the bed between us.
"Open it."
My hands shook as I sat up and tore the flap.
Inside was another stack of cash. Thicker than the first. And a single sheet of paper.
I unfolded it.
A contract agreement.
The heading read:SURROGACY AND MARRIAGE AGREEMENT.