CHAPTER 3

Seraphina Harrington

The freezing water kept blasting down on us, but the ice was doing absolutely nothing to kill the fire in my blood. If anything, the cold made every single place Dominic touched me feel like it was being branded with a hot iron. My soaked dress felt heavy, scratching against my sensitive nipples, and the friction was driving me completely out of my mind.

I couldn't think straight. All I knew was that Dominic was right here, he was solid, he was cold, and I needed him. I needed him to touch me properly or I was going to lose it.

He was still holding my waist, his grip firm and unyielding, trying to force me to stay under the stream. But his breathing had changed. It wasn't the slow, calm breathing of my untouchable guardian anymore. It was ragged, deep, and heavy.

"Seraphina, look at me," he muttered, his voice sounding rougher than I’d ever heard it. He grabbed my chin, forcing my face up so I had to look into his eyes. They weren't grey anymore—they were nearly black, his pupils completely swallowed by a dark, dangerous hunger. "You need to fight this. You don't know what you're asking for."

"I don't care," I choked out, my hands sliding up his wet silk robe, pushing the fabric aside so I could press my bare palms against his naked chest.

His skin was smooth, hard as marble, and hot now, catching the heat radiating from my own body. Touching him sent a massive jolt of electricity straight to my core, making my thighs ache and wetness pool between my legs. I let out a desperate, broken sob and leaned my body entirely into his, rubbing my chest against his. Through the wet, translucent silk of my dress, my hardened nipples scraped against his bare skin.

Dominic let out a low, guttural growl deep in his throat. I felt his hand on my waist tighten so hard it almost hurt, pulling my hips flush against his.

That was when I felt it.

Pressed hard against my lower stomach was a thick, rigid length, straining fiercely against the wet fabric of his underwear and robe. He was hard. My straight-laced, terrifying billionaire guardian was completely hard for me.

The realization didn't scare me; it threw gasoline on the fire inside me. He wanted me. He had been acting like I was just some annoying chore my father left behind, but his body was telling a completely different story.

"You want me too," I whispered, my voice sounding completely unlike myself—bold, needy, and utterly ruined. "Dominic. Please. I’m burning."

"You’re drugged, Seraphina," he growled, though his head dipped lower, his breath hot against my lips. He was fighting himself, his jaw clenched so tight the muscles in his face were trembling. "If I touch you tonight, I’m going to ruin you. I won't be able to stop."

"Then ruin me," I begged, arching my back to press my aching core closer to his hardness. "Please, Dominic. Just fuck me."

That was the breaking point. Whatever thin thread of control Dominic was holding onto snapped completely.

He didn't say another word. His hand flew to the back of my neck, his long fingers tangling in my wet hair, and he slammed his mouth down onto mine.

The kiss wasn't gentle, and it wasn't comforting. It was a brutal, dominant claim. He shoved his tongue deep into my mouth, tasting like mint and raw desire, taking everything I had to give and demanding more. I gasped into the kiss, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck, lifting myself up on my tiptoes just to get closer to him.

While his mouth ravaged mine, his other hand moved down my back, gripping the zipper of my wet dress. With one violent tug, the sound of tearing fabric echoed over the rushing noise of the shower. He ripped the silk down to my waist, exposing my bare breasts to the cold air and the heavy water.

I shivered, but before the cold could even register, Dominic’s large, warm hand cupped my right breast. He squeezed it roughly, his thumb flicking across my swollen, aching nipple. A sharp, piercing wave of pleasure shot down to my pelvis, and I screamed into his mouth.

"Look at you," Dominic rasped, breaking the kiss for just a second to look down at me. His hands pushed the ruined dress down my hips, letting it pool around my ankles until I was standing completely naked before him under the bright bathroom lights.

His eyes devoured me, moving slowly over my breasts, my narrow waist, and the dark hair between my thighs. The sheer intensity of his gaze made me blush, but the drug made me proud of it. I wanted him to look. I wanted him to see what he was doing to me.

"You are so fucking beautiful, Seraphina," he muttered, his voice thick with lust. "And you have no idea how long I’ve had to pretend I didn't notice."

Before I could process his words, Dominic gripped my hips and lifted me up, pinning my back against the cold, wet marble wall of the shower. I wrapped my legs around his waist instinctively, my wet thighs clamping tightly against his hips.

He reached down, untying his silk robe with one hand and throwing it out of the shower stall. He was wearing nothing now. His massive, thick cock was fully exposed, throbbing and glistening with pre-cum, pointing straight up toward his stomach. It looked huge, intimidatingly thick, and completely dark with rushed blood.

He slid his hand down between my legs, his long fingers finding my clitoris, which was already swollen and dripping wet. He rubbed his thumb over the sensitive bud, and I arched my back off the wall, screaming his name as juice gushed out of me, coating his fingers.

"You're so wet for me, sweetheart," Dominic whispered darkly, his face buried in my neck, biting at the sensitive skin right where my shoulder met my neck. "You’re ready."

He guided the head of his thick dick right against my soaking entrance. The blunt, hot tip rubbed against my opening, and I practically begged, my hands gripping his wet shoulders so hard my nails dug into his skin.

"Dominic, now. Please, give it to me."

He didn't hesitate. With one powerful, unyielding thrust of his hips, he buried his entire length deep inside me.

The sudden, massive fullness stretched me to my absolute limit, ripping a loud, high-pitched scream from my throat. He was so big, filling every single inch of my tight, burning walls, stretching me so wide it felt like a delicious kind of torture. For a second, everything went still as my body tried to adjust to the sheer size of him inside me.

Dominic groaned, a deep, animalistic sound, his face burying into my wet hair as he held himself perfectly still inside me. His body was trembling from the effort of not moving.

"Fuck, Seraphina," he gasped out, his hips twitching slightly. "You're so tight. You’re wrapping around me like a vice."

He waited just a few seconds before he began to move. He pulled nearly all the way out, leaving just the tip inside my soaking wet slit, before slamming back in, bottoming out against my cervix.

The impact made my head snap back against the marble wall. A blinding flash of pure, unadulterated pleasure exploded behind my eyes.

"Ah! Dominic! More!" I cried out, my voice echoing off the glass walls of the shower.

He didn't need to be told twice. He started pumping into me with a brutal, relentless pace. Every thrust was hard and heavy, the sound of our wet skin slapping together echoing loudly over the sound of the running water. He was holding my thighs apart, keeping me pinned to the wall as he used his weight to hammer into me, changing the angle with every stroke to hit the sensitive spot deep inside my canal.

I was completely helpless against him. The drug, the water, the raw power of his body—it all fused into one massive wave of overwhelming sensation. My walls clamped tightly around his thick shaft with every thrust, milking him, driving him even crazier.

"Tell me whose you are," Dominic demanded, his pace getting faster, rougher, his cock bottoming out so hard I could feel the vibrations in my core. He slapped his hand against my hip, leaving a red mark. "Tell me, Seraphina."

"Yours," I screamed, my head tossing from side to side as the tension in my lower belly tightened into a hard, coiled spring. I was getting so close, the pleasure too intense to bear. "I'm yours, Dominic! Ah! I’m going to come!"

"Come for me," he growled, his thrusts becoming short, violent, and desperate. "Let me feel it."

With three more brutal, deep thrusts, my body fractured. My vision went completely white as my internal muscles clamped down on him in a violent, uncontrollable orgasm. I screamed his name, my body shaking violently against the wall as wave after wave of intense pleasure rippled through my core.

Hearing my cries and feeling my tight walls squeezing his dick was the final straw for Dominic.

He let out a loud, roaring groan and gave one last, deepest thrust, burying his cock as far inside me as it could go. His body went rigid as he blew his warm load deep into my womb. I could feel the hot, thick spurts of his semen pumping against my insides, filling me up, overriding the lingering heat of the drug with his own internal brand.

We stayed like that for a long time, panting heavily, our bodies soaked with a mixture of sweat, shower water, and our combined fluids. Dominic kept me pinned against the wall, his forehead resting against mine as our chests heaved in unison.

Slowly, his grip loosened, and he let my feet slide back down to the wet floor of the shower. As his thick, softening cock slid out of me, a mixture of his white cum and my juices leaked down the inside of my thighs, washing away into the drain below.

Without a word, Dominic reached out and turned off the water. The sudden silence in the bathroom was deafening. He grabbed a large, plush black towel from the rack, wrapped it tightly around my shivering body, and lifted me back into his arms.

He carried me out of the bathroom and into the dark master bedroom, laying me down on the massive king-sized bed. He didn't join me. Instead, he walked over to the closet, pulled on a fresh pair of dark sweatpants, and stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at me with an expression that had completely reverted back to ice.

The raw, passionate beast from the shower was gone. In his place stood Dominic Mercer, the ruthless billionaire CEO.

"Sleep," he said coldly, his voice devoid of any of the warmth or hunger from moments ago. "We will talk about what happens next in the morning."