CHAPTER 4

Seraphina Harrington POV

The bedroom was pitch black, save for the pale city lights filtering through the sheer curtains. I lay completely still under the heavy duvet, every single muscle in my body aching with a deep, throbbing soreness. Between my thighs, a sticky warmth leaked out onto the expensive sheets every time I shifted—a constant, visceral reminder of what we had just done in the shower.

Dominic was sitting on the leather armchair across from the bed, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. He hadn't touched it. He was just staring at me through the dark, his silhouette rigid and imposing. The heavy silence between us felt thick, suffocating the last remnants of the drug in my system.

He thought I was asleep. But the raw friction of his thick cock stretching me open was still burned into my memory, keeping me wide awake. I felt a sudden, familiar tightening in my lower stomach just looking at him. The aphrodisiac was mostly gone, but the craving for him wasn't.

I sat up slowly, pulling the silk sheet up to cover my bare breasts. "Dominic?"

He didn't move for a long second. Then, he set the glass down on the side table with a soft clink and stood up. He walked over to the edge of the bed, the soft fabric of his gray sweatpants low on his hips, exposing the sharp lines of his v-line.

"You should be resting, Seraphina," he said, his voice flat, completely stripped of the rough passion that had driven him to slam me against the shower wall. "The doctor is coming in the morning to make sure the toxins are fully out of your system."

"I don't need a doctor," I whispered, my voice still raspy. "I need you to stop looking at me like I forced you into this. You wanted it."

Dominic let out a sharp, cynical breath. He leaned down, placing both palms flat on the mattress on either side of my knees, trapping me beneath his gaze. The scent of him—soap, cedar, and raw testosterone—hit me instantly.

"Wanting you has never been the issue, Seraphina," he murmured, his face inches from mine. "The issue is that I am your guardian. Your father trusted me to protect you, not to tear your clothes off and fill you with my cum the second you showed up at my door crying."

Hearing him say it so bluntly, so crudely, made my breath hitch. My eyes darted down to his lips, then lower, noticing the sudden, heavy swell rising beneath the fabric of his sweatpants. He was lecturing me, trying to be the responsible adult, but his body was already betraying him again.

"My father didn't know Beatrice and Julian would try to sell me," I said, reaching out to touch his jaw. His stubble scratched against my palm. "And he didn't know that you look at me like you want to devour me."

Dominic’s eyes darkened, the cold façade cracking instantly. He grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand away from his face, but he didn't let go. His grip was tight, his thumb rubbing against the racing pulse in my wrist.

"You have no idea what you’re doing," he growled.

"Then show me." I dropped the sheet, exposing my bare, bruised breasts to him. The tips were still swollen, dark pink and hard from the cold air and his previous touch.

Dominic’s gaze dropped to my chest, and his jaw clenched so hard a muscle twitched violently in his cheek. He let out a low, defeated curse, his control snapping for the second time tonight.

He crawled onto the bed, his massive frame completely eclipsing mine as he pushed me back onto the pillows. He didn't waste time with soft words. He grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them above my head with one hand, using his weight to keep me pinned down.

With his free hand, he reached down and ripped his sweatpants off, tossing them off the bed. His cock was already fully erect, thick and angry, pulsing with a heavy drop of pre-cum at the tip. It looked even bigger in the dim bedroom light, throbbing with rushed blood.

He didn't kiss me this time. He slid his hand down my flat stomach, his fingers spreading my thighs wide apart. I groaned as he found my wet slit, which was still slick and sensitive from our first round. He pushed two long fingers deep inside me, testing my wetness, causing a gush of my juices and his own dried semen to coat his hand.

"Ah, Dominic..." I gasped, arching my hips upward, trying to meet his hand.

"You’re still so loose and wet from earlier," he muttered darkly, his fingers pumping inside me rapidly, stretching my tight walls until I was panting, my head tossing against the pillow. "You like being stretched open by your guardian, don't you, Seraphina?"

"Yes," I cried out, abandoning all pride. "Please, Dominic. Put it inside me. I want to feel how big you are again."

He pulled his fingers out with a wet, smacking sound and grabbed the base of his thick shaft. He positioned the wide, blunt head right against my aching opening, rubbing it up and down against my clitoris once, twice, making me sob with anticipation.

Then, he drove his hips forward.

He buried his entire length in one slow, heavy stroke. I let out a loud, breathless scream as my internal walls expanded to accommodate his thick girth. The feeling of him bottoming out inside me was so intense it made my toes curl. He filled me completely, stretching me so wide it felt like he was touching my very soul.

Dominic groaned loudly, his face burying into the crook of my neck as he held my wrists securely above my head. "Fuck, you are so tight. It feels like a vice."

He began to move, pulling nearly all the way out until just the swollen head was teasing my entrance, before plunging back in with a heavy, wet thud. The sound of his pelvis slapping against my bare ass echoed loudly in the dark room.

He didn't hold back this time. He found a brutal, rhythmic pace, hammering into me with a raw, primal force. Every time he thrust deep, his thick cock rubbed against the sensitive spot inside me, sending waves of intense, agonizing pleasure straight to my brain.

I was turning beneath him, my hips lifting instinctively to take every inch of him. The vulnerability of having my hands pinned while he used my body for his satisfaction was driving me crazy, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

"Dominic! I'm going to come! Stop, please—"

"No," he growled, his pace getting faster, rougher. He released my wrists, only to slide his hands under my ass, lifting my hips higher off the bed so he could drive even deeper into my womb. "Come for me, Seraphina. Clamped down on my dick."

The speed of his thrusts became frantic. I could feel the heat building to an explosive peak between my legs. With a loud, broken cry, my core fractured into a violent, shaking orgasm. My internal muscles convulsed around his thick shaft, squeezing him repeatedly.

The tight, milking sensation broke Dominic’s restraint completely. He let out a deep, animalistic roar, his chest heaving as he delivered three more violent, desperate thrusts, burying himself as deep as possible. His body went rigid as he erupted inside me, blasting wave after wave of thick, hot semen deep into my throbbing core, filling me to the brim.

He collapsed on top of me, his heavy chest pressing me into the mattress as we both breathed heavily into the quiet room.

After a few minutes, Dominic pulled out of me with a soft, wet sound, leaving a mixture of our fluids leaking onto the dark sheets. He stood up, completely unbothered by his nudity, and grabbed a pristine white button-down shirt from his closet, tossing it onto the bed.

"Put that on," he commanded, his voice suddenly turning cold and clinical again, as if the last twenty minutes had been nothing but a business transaction. "We need to set the boundaries for tomorrow."