CHAPTER 5

Seraphina Harrington POV

I carefully buttoned the oversized white shirt Dominic had thrown at me. The cotton felt crisp, smelling exactly like his cedar cologne, and the hem fell all the way down to my mid-thighs. My body was still humming, a deep, heavy ache settling between my legs where he had just stretched me open.

Dominic stood by the massive floor-to-ceiling window, his back to me. His broad shoulders were tense under a clean black t-shirt, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his dark sweatpants. Looking at him now, you wouldn't think he had just spent the last hour ruthlessly hammering into me, marking me as his. He looked completely detached again. Like the untouchable billionaire my father had trusted.

He didn't turn around when I stepped off the bed. My bare feet made a soft padding sound against the polished hardwood floor.

"You're staying here," he said, his voice level, monotone, and completely devoid of the gravelly rasp he used when he was coming inside me. "I’ve already sent my security team to the Harrington estate. Your stepmother and Julian are being cleared out tonight."

I stopped a few feet behind him. I wanted to touch his back, to feel the heat of his skin again, but the cold aura radiating from him made me hesitate. Did he regret it? He kept saying he was my guardian, that this was wrong, but he hadn't hesitated to pull my wrists above my head and use me.

"What about the police?" I asked, my voice still a little raw. "They drugged me, Dominic. They tried to give me to Henderson."

Dominic finally turned around. His gray eyes were bloodshot, dark circles bruising the skin underneath. He looked exhausted, but his gaze was sharp as it swept down my bare legs before snapping back to my face.

"The police can be bought, Seraphina. Especially by people like Henderson," he said, taking a slow step toward me until his towering frame blocked out the city lights behind him. "I don't leave your safety to the legal system. I handle things myself. By tomorrow morning, Henderson’s main logistics company will face an unannounced federal audit. Within a week, he’ll be too busy trying to stay out of prison to think about you."

He was so calculated. It was attractive and terrifying at the same time. He was taking care of everything, but it felt less like a rescue and more like a takeover.

"And my family?"

"They don't exist to you anymore," he said bluntly. He reached out, his long fingers wrapping gently around my chin, lifting my face up. His thumb brushed against my bottom lip, which was slightly swollen from how hard he had bitten it earlier. "Your stepmother signed over the full execution rights of your father’s estate to me ten minutes ago. She didn't have a choice. I own the debt Julian racked up at the underground casinos. If they breathe a word about tonight, or if they ever come within a mile of you, I will ruin them permanently."

My heart hammered against my ribs. I should have felt relieved, but my skin was prickling where his thumb touched my lip. The drug was completely gone from my system, but looking at his mouth, I realized I still wanted him. I didn't want him to walk away and pretend we were just guardian and ward again.

"And what happens to us?" I whispered, my eyes dropping to his lips. "Are you just going to lock me in this penthouse and pretend you didn't fuck me on that bed?"

Dominic’s jaw clenched, the muscle leaping under his stubble. His eyes darkened instantly, shifting from the cold businessman back to the predator from the shower. He didn't like being challenged.

"You think this is a game, Seraphina?" he growled, his grip on my chin tightening just enough to make me gasp. "Look at yourself. You’re wearing my shirt, you’re dripping with my cum, and you’re standing in my bedroom. There is no 'us.' I am keeping you safe."

"You're hiding," I challenged, pushing my chest forward until my bare breasts pressed against the thin fabric of his shirt, right against his stomach. "You're scared because you lost control."

A low, menacing chuckle escaped his throat. He let go of my chin, only to slide his hand down the front of the white shirt, his palm cupping my breast tightly through the cotton. He squeezed hard, making me arch my back with a soft whimper.

"I don't hide from anything," he whispered, his face dipping low, his breath hot against my ear. "If you want me to show you what losing control really looks like, I can do it. But you won't be able to walk tomorrow."

"Show me," I breathed, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him down.

Dominic didn't hesitate. He grabbed the front of the white shirt and yanked, sending the buttons flying across the floor. He pinned me backward onto the mattress, his heavy body flattening mine into the sheets. He didn't use fingers this time. He pulled his sweatpants down, his thick, throbbing cock already fully erect and dripping pre-cum, pointing straight at my face.

He grabbed my thighs, hauling them up over his broad shoulders, completely exposing my swollen, slick opening. He didn't give me time to prepare. He lined the massive, blunt head of his shaft against my wet slit and drove his hips forward in one violent, deep thrust.

I screamed into the empty room, my hands clutching the headboard as he bottomed out against my cervix, stretching my sore walls to their absolute limit. He didn't wait. He immediately began a brutal, fast rhythm, his pelvis slapping against my ass with a heavy, wet sound that filled the dark bedroom.

"Ah! Dominic! Slow down!" I cried out, my vision blurring from the sheer intensity of the friction. He was too big, filling me so completely that every thrust felt like it was tearing through me in the best way possible.

"You asked for this," he rasped, his pace getting rougher, his thick dick veins rubbing against my g-spot with every relentless plunge. He reached down, grabbing my waist to anchor me as he hammered into my core, driving me further into the mattress.

The raw, vulgar power of his movements completely shattered my thoughts. I was entirely at his mercy, my internal muscles tightening around his thick shaft, milking him as he used my body to satisfy his dark urge. The heat built up instantly, a hard, electric knot coiling deep in my belly.

With three more heavy, bottoming-out thrusts, my body gave out. I screamed his name, my walls contracting violently around him as a massive orgasm tore through me. Dominic let out a guttural roar, his body going completely rigid as he shoved himself as deep as possible, pumping his hot, thick load into my womb, filling me completely until his semen leaked out onto the dark sheets.

He stayed inside me for a long time, his heavy chest heaving against mine as the sweat dripped from his forehead onto my neck.

Slowly, he pulled out, the wet sound echoing in the quiet room. He stood up, grabbed his sweatpants from the floor, and pulled them back on without a word. He walked over to the door, his face completely switching back to that cold, distant mask.

"The maid will change the sheets in the morning," Dominic said, his voice flat as he opened the door to leave. "Stay in bed."