Owned by the One-Night Stranger

You're drunk," he said, smirking.



"Yeah," she admitted, then reached out and touched his shirt. "But I still want to have sex with you."



Vincenzo tilted his head slightly, like he was studying a new toy.



"You were about to go after my bodyguard, huh?" he said. His fingers suddenly cupped her breast, slow and confident. "And yet, you look more like a virgin than a pervert."



That sobered her up a bit.



"I—what?"



Before she could say anything else, she blurted, "I want to have sex with you. I'm all yours tonight."



Vincenzo raised a brow, then smiled. "If that's what you want."



He stood up, lifted her into his arms effortlessly, and carried her through a side door. Her arms looped around his neck as her heart pounded so hard she could barely breathe.



He kicked open a private room.



Inside, he pressed her against the wall and kissed her—hot, commanding, full of hunger. She melted into it. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and for the first time in her life, she didn't care who she was supposed to be.



She was just a girl kissing a stranger.



But then—



BANG!



The door burst open.



Vincenzo barely had time to react.



A gun went off.