Chapter 3

Marcelina's POV 

The sound of his voice sent a shiver through me. It was low and rough, like a warning wrapped in temptation, like something that knew exactly how much damage it could do and didn't care.

"You say that like you were expecting me."

"I was," he replied simply.

That should have scared me. It did scare me. But it also sent a slow shiver through my spine especially when he turned us smoothly, guiding me backward until the edge of the table pressed into my lower back.

He stepped in close, his body blocking every exit. With one hand braced on the table beside my hip, the other rested at my waist like a warning.

"No one walks into my office without an appointment, Doc," he said quietly, dangerously. "And no one barges in like you just did."

My heart was beating so hard I was sure he could feel it. I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry, and my hands hanging uselessly at my sides. 

I should have thought this through. I should have known this would not unfold like the movies, where everything flows and people somehow know what to do next. I had kissed him, crossed a line I could never uncross, and now my back was pressed to his desk with my heart racing and no script to follow.

Now what?

The question echoed loudly in my head. 

I had spent weeks calculating risks, probabilities, and outcomes. I had planned everything except this part. The part where he was real and warm and looking at me like he knew I was improvising.

For a split second, I almost laughed at myself. How a brilliant neurologist, respected worldwide, lay here completely unprepared for this.

His dark gaze dropped to my mouth, then lifted again. "I know you didn't come back to continue the evaluation." 

On hearing that, my heart slammed against my ribs.

"So I'll ask you once," He said, leaning in until his mouth brushed the shell of my ear. "What. The. Fuck. Are you looking for?" 

Heat rolled through me, and my breathing came out uneven. I should have lied. I should have climbed down from the desk, smoothed my clothes, and pretended this was a mistake. 

But I did neither.

"You," I said.

Something dark flickered across his face. Something slower, dangerous as his hand tightened slowly at my waist. 

"Careful what you wish for, Doc," 

I swallowed, my pulse racing.

"I didn't come back to be careful."

His eyes darkened with a flicker of amusement, then slowly drifted downward to where my skirt had ridden up my thighs, tracing the curve before returning to meet mine. The corner of his mouth twitched with something that didn't quite look like a smile.

"Tempting," he murmured, his voice low and rough, "But you're very much too overdressed for me,"

Before he could turn away, I wrapped my legs around his waist, lifted myself off the desk, and crashed my mouth against his, while fumbling to unbutton my blouse in a desperate rush.

The moment my fingers grazed his belt, his hand shot up, seizing both of mine. I groaned, frustrated and disappointed. 

"Bold, are we?" He asked with a smirk, holding my hands firmly against his body. My pulse raced, heat pooling in places I'd rather not admit.

At this point, I didn't care about caution or consequences or what he said. I wanted him so badly I trembled... No, fuck that, what I really wanted was my baby. I had no business with lust or pleasure.

"I need you now," I breathed, my voice unsteady. "Inside me,"

He didn't say a word. He just stared at me with those dark, unreadable eyes sending shivers straight through me. Then, as if deciding I meant every word, he let go of my hands.

"Take what you want, Doc," He murmured.

My stomach flipped, nerves swimming wild. That... that had to mean he meant the baby, didn't it? It was like he was giving me permission, telling me—without saying it outright and without knowing it—that what I was doing wasn't as wrong as I had feared.

"I give you the opportunity and you can't fûcking take it anymore?" He asked, his voice cutting through my thoughts.

I looked up, startled, and found his head tilted slightly. He must've noticed the hesitation and thought I was backing out already.

Too late.

I moved instantly, working on his belt buckle before my brain could catch up. My fingers were shaking badly, partly from nerves and urgency, and mostly from the weight of the moment itself. The moment I had imagined and dreamed about for years.

"You're shaking," he noted with dry amusement laced in his voice,

"I know,"

He didn't help me. He didn't try to stop me when I took too long either. He just watched with his jaw tight and his eyes fixed on my hands. If he sensed how much this mattered to me, he gave no sign.

And I didn't give him one either.

After successfully working on the buckle, I pulled him out and almost gasped when I saw his length. He was hot and heavy in my hand, and so hard I couldn't resist pumping him in my fist.

But he had to ruin the moment.

"Got a condom?"

My brain did a full stop.

A condom?

I stared at him for half a second too long, my fingers still curled around his cøck, before my thoughts started tripping over each other. Of all the things I had planned for, how had I forgotten the most obvious part?

Surely, a man like Dom Vitali wouldn't fûck around without a condom. He wasn't that reckless. But then again, I didn't need a condom for this. I couldn't use one. That tiny, harmless-looking piece of rubber couldn't be a wall between me and the only thing I had come here for. 

As if reading the response from my face, he arched one dark brow slightly, his mouth twisting in something between amusement and mockery.

"Don't tell me you came all this way unprepared," 

I lifted my eyes to his, forcing my face to stay neutral while my pulse thundered in my ears. I couldn't tell him the truth. I wouldn't. If I did, everything would end right here. He would shut this down, throw me out, and ask the board to assign him a new neurologist. 

One that wasn't as selfish as I was.

"I'm on birth control," I said instead, the lie slipping out smoother than I expected.

He studied me like he was deciding whether to believe me or call it bluff. The silence stretched just long enough that I thought he might push me away after all.

But then, his hands settled firmly on my hips. Before I could think, he drew me closer until the edge of the desk pressed into the backs of my thighs. I could only tighten my grip on the table for balance as he widened my legs just enough to make my pulse spike. 

"Fûcking white," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head like I had just confirmed something he already knew. "I knew it,"

"Knew what?"

He slipped his hand between my thighs and traced the line of my undies, making every nerve in my body light up. The deliberate slowness was cruel and I knew he was enjoying every bit of this.

"That your panties are as white as your fucking lab coats," Hooking his fingers underneath, he ripped the fabric in a swift motion, making me gasp. "And you'd still be reckless enough to come back here so I could ruin it,"

That was the last thing I heard before he gripped my hips and slammed into me until his length was halfway into my pûssy.

I gasped, almost choking on my breath.

It hurt. It really hurt. 

It had been too long for me, and he was well-endowed. Panting slightly, my thighs quivered as I tried to adjust. I could feel every inch of him, every single length he tried to make me take.

"Crying already?" He asked, tightening his grip on my hips.

I couldn't speak, so I rested my right hand on his shoulder to try to stop him from shoving all the way in. I shook my head, as if I'd done my best but it wasn't going to work out in the end.

"All of it, Doc," he commanded.

The feeling of him inside me was so intense that my entire body trembled. The backs of my eyes burned, and I pressed my face into his neck. Luckily, he didn't force me to take him. He let me adjust on my own till I took in every inch of him. 

"You might wanna grab something," He said before pulling out and slamming back in, stealing the air from my lungs. 

There was no time to recover my lost breath as he rammed into me, over and over again, his thrusts deep, hard, and fast, hitting a spot that made everything in the world fade away. 

At some point, he gripped my hips, pulled us chest-to-chest, and bounced me on his erection. Hard. Up and down, not giving me a single break from the assault. 

When I finally climaxed, my moans and incoherent whimpers trembled in my throat. I came so hard spots flew behind my eyes. The fire inside me burst, spreading a warm, tingling sensation throughout my body.

Now, I had to wait for the most important thing I had come for—my baby. I couldn't afford mistakes so I became painfully aware of every thrust, every breath, and every moment slipping forward. 

I was in my most fertile time of the month which meant my body was ready in the one way that mattered most. If this was ever going to work, it would be now.

"Just give me this," I held onto the silent plea, repeating it over and over in my head. "Give me my child." 

Moments later, as if listening to my heart's desire, he finished inside me with a punishing last thrust. With my legs wrapped tightly around him, I made sure my pussy milked him dry, wringing out every last drop until I was full of him.