LOGINSeraphina Harrington POV
Dominic handed me the glass of water without saying a word, his expression already slipping back into that cool, professional mask. I took it, my fingers brushing against his warm palm. My hand was shaking so badly that the water sloshed against the rim. He watched me for a second, then walked over to the bathroom, leaving me alone in the massive bed.
The heavy, white noise of the shower started up from the adjoining room.
I leaned my head back ag
Dominic answered the phone on the third ring, his voice instantly dropping into that cold, business-like tone that made him sound like a complete stranger."Speak," he muttered, walking away from the bed toward the large floor-to-ceiling windows. He kept his back to me, but I could see the reflection of his tense shoulders in the dark glass. "What do you mean she’s not at her apartment? I paid the landlord to lock her out."I pulled the ruined duvet up to my chin, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of the orgasm. I listened closely, holding my breath. He was talking about Beatrice. My stepmother wasn't the type to just lie down and accept defeat. She was a leech; she had spent the last ten years sucking my father’s bank accounts dry, and she wouldn't just vanish into the night without a fight."Find her," Dominic growled into the receiver, his thumb pressing hard against the side of the phone. "Check her sister’s place in the suburbs.
Seraphina Harrington POVDominic handed me the glass of water without saying a word, his expression already slipping back into that cool, professional mask. I took it, my fingers brushing against his warm palm. My hand was shaking so badly that the water sloshed against the rim. He watched me for a second, then walked over to the bathroom, leaving me alone in the massive bed.The heavy, white noise of the shower started up from the adjoining room.I leaned my head back against the headboard, taking a slow sip of the water. My throat felt completely parched from all the screaming I had done earlier. Down below, the ache was intense, a deep, throbbing soreness that served as a loud reminder of what he had just done to me. His semen was slowly cooling inside me, leaking out onto my inner thighs in thick, sticky patches. It felt dirty, but it was a dirty that I was quickly becoming addicted to.I looked down at the gray sheets. They were already ruined again,
Seraphina Harrington POVI watched the security monitor as Clara Brooks stiffened, her eyes narrowing at the guard before she turned and walked back into the elevator. The screen went dark.I leaned my back against the cold wall of the foyer, my heart thumping against my ribs. Dominic’s world was bleeding into mine, or rather, I was being swallowed by his. Clara Brooks looked sophisticated, sharp, and entirely in her element. She belonged in his world. I was just the messy, broken ward hidden away in his penthouse, wearing his clothes and smelling like his skin.If his legal counsel found out I was here, how long before the rest of the board knew? How long before the rumors started whispering that Dominic Mercer was sleeping with the girl he was supposed to protect? He said he didn't care about the rules, but a man like him didn't get to the top by letting scandals ruin his reputation.I dragged my feet back to the bedroom. The dark sheets had been
Seraphina Harrington POVThe morning sun streamed through the heavy gray drapes, cutting a bright line across the dark hardwood floor of Dominic’s bedroom. I blinked against the light, my head throbbing with a dull, heavy ache. For a second, I didn't recognize the minimalist concrete ceiling or the massive size of the bed. Then, the scent hit me—cedar wood, expensive leather, and the heavy, musky smell of sex.Everything came rushing back. The drug. The rain. The way Dominic had taken me against the shower wall, and then again on these very sheets until my legs couldn't stop shaking.I tried to sit up, but a sharp groan escaped my lips. Every muscle in my body ached. The skin between my thighs felt raw, slightly swollen, and a sticky wetness trickled out of me the moment I shifted. He had filled me completely, leaving his mark deep inside my body, and my skin was bruised with the dark purple prints of his large fingers.I looked at the space b
Dominic Mercer POVThe bedroom door clicked shut, the heavy mahogany barrier finally cutting me off from the sight of her tangled in my sheets. I stood in the dim hallway, my bare chest rising and falling in sharp, ragged breaths. My sweatpants felt heavy, riding low on my hips, and my skin was still slick with a mixture of my sweat and her juices.Even now, the sharp scent of her—sweet vanilla mixed with the raw, metallic tang of my own release—lingered in my nose, driving me crazy.I looked down at my hands. They were trembling.Dominic Mercer, the man who controlled half the shipping lanes in the country, the man who never made a move without three backup plans, was shaking. For a whole year, I had played the part of the dutiful guardian. I had stood at her father’s funeral, looked Richard in the eye before they buried him, and silently swore to protect his only daughter. I had kept my distance on purpose. I ignored the way her body was filling out, ignored the soft, vulnerable loo
Seraphina Harrington POVI 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
Seraphina HarringtonThe 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
Seraphina HarringtonThe leather seats of the SUV felt cool against my bare, burning skin, but it wasn't enough. The heat inside me was growing, heavy and thick, pulsing through my veins until every breath felt like a chore. I pressed my forehead against the cold glass of the window, watching the c
Seraphina Harrington POVThe bathroom mirror didn't lie, but I wished it did.The silk dress my stepmother, Beatrice, had bought for my twenty-first birthday was beautiful, but it was too tight, too low-cut, and completely unlike anything I would ever choose for myself. It clung to my curves like a
Seraphina Harrington POVThe 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 expen







