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DOMINICAdrian fucking Hawthorn.He looks the same as he did five years ago—maybe a bit older, more silver at his temples, but still carrying that easy confidence that used to make me want to put my fist through his face. He’s wearing a suit that probably cost as much as mine, and he’s smiling.“Dominic,” he says, settling into the chair across from my desk like he was invited. “It’s been a while.”“What the hell are you doing in my office, Adrian?” I don’t bother hiding my irritation. “How did you get past my assistant?”“That was easy.” He leans back, completely at ease. “I just winked at your secretary downstairs. Charming woman. She let me right through. You might want to look at the kind of people you’re hiring.”My jaw clenches. “Get to the point. What do you want?”“Always so direct.” He crosses one leg over the other, and I notice the expensive shoes. Italian. Custom. “You know, if I didn’t know you to be a man of integrity, Dominic, I’d say you were fucking your wife’s sister

Dominic I push through the front door, Adrian’s ultimatum echoing in my skull like a death knell. Forty-eight hours. The bastard has given me forty-eight hours to save my own company, or watch him waltz in and take what’s mine. I loosen my tie, exhaustion settling into my bones. Then I see her. Seraphina sprawls across the leather couch, legs draped over the armrest, that goddamn short denim skirt riding so high it’s practically useless. The crop top leaves nothing to the imagination—all smooth skin and deliberately provocative. She smiles slowly and wickedly when she sees me. “Welcome home, Daddy.” Her hand slides down her stomach, fingers disappearing beneath the hem of that ridiculous skirt. My cock stirs traitorously as she spreads her thighs wider, letting me see exactly what she’s doing. The soft, wet sound of her fingers moving makes my jaw clench. Christ. She’s already soaked. Her folds glisten in the lamplight, swollen, creamy, and red from my earlier assault,

SeraphinaOur tongues tangle, both of us giving and taking, rubbing our bodies together, needing more, but unable to stop what we’re doing.I don’t realize when he spins on his seat facing ys away from the show going on in the theater. He breaks the kiss and grabs my waist to spin me around so my back is to his chest, my legs spread wide over his. Dominic rubs his hands up and down my body then cups my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples. I moan and rub my ass on his lap, feeling his hard cock nestled in between my cheeks.“Look at us,” he murmurs into my ear before kissing a line down my neck. I open my eyes and see we are facing the full-length mirror angled towards us on the other end of the wall of the box. His eyes catch mine in the mirror and I can’t look away from the image we make.I watch as Dominic’s hand slides down my body and then into my dripping cunt. He growls and slips two fingers deep inside of me, rubbing my clit with the heel of his hand. I watch him finger

DominicThe show. Right. We were supposed to have watched a show.“It was…” I struggle to remember anything about what was happening on that stage. All I can recall is the taste of Seraphina’s mouth, the feeling of her clenching around my cock as I fucked her raw, the sound of my name on her lips as she came. “It was good. You would have loved it.”“I’m sorry I couldn’t go.” She sounds genuinely sad. “But I’m glad you two went together. It’s important to spend time together. Build a relationship.” She pauses. “You are trying, aren’t you? To get along with her?”“Yes.” Another lie. So easy now. “I’m trying.”“Good.” She yawns, covering her mouth with her hand. “Oh, I almost forgot. I called Adrian today.”Every muscle in my body goes tense. “You what?”“I called Adrian. We had a nice talk.” She says it so casually, like it’s nothing. Like she didn’t just invite my rival, the man trying to steal my company, the man who had her first into our lives. “I invited him for dinner tomo

Seraphina I hear the front door close and Elena’s car pull out of the driveway, the sound of the engine fading into the quiet morning. Doctor’s appointment. Another round of tests, more prodding and poking, more reminders that she’s slowly dying while I’m here, alive and wanting. I stretch in bed, the silk sheets cool against my bare skin, and smile at the ceiling. She’s gone. Which means Dominic and I are alone. I slip out of bed and pull on the first thing I find—a thin white tank top that barely covers my ass, no bra, no panties. I want him to see exactly what Elena can’t give him anymore. What his body responded to last night for me and failed to respond to this morning for her. Because I heard everything. The walls in this house are thick, but not thick enough to muffle the sound of Elena crying. Not thick enough to hide the desperate, pleading tone in her voice as she begged him to want her. And definitely not thick enough to mask the crushing silence that follo