Semua Bab The Billionaire's Obsession: Bab 11 - Bab 16

Seraphina Harrington POVThe acrid smell of cigarette smoke woke me up a few hours later. I kept my eyes closed for a moment, listening to the quiet, rhythmic sound of the air conditioner humming in the background. My whole body felt heavy, anchored to the mattress by a deep, pulsing soreness. When I finally blinked my eyes open, I saw Dominic standing by the glass window, his large naked back facing me, a small orange glow burning between his fingers.The sheet was pulled up to my collarbone, and beneath it, I could feel the clean, dry towel he must have used to wipe me down while I was half-asleep. But even though the sticky fluids were gone, my internal walls still throbbed, stretched to their limit from the brutal way he had just claimed me.I watched the tense line of his shoulders. He looked so far away, even though we were in the same room. I wondered if he was thinking about my father, or if he was regretting the fact that he couldn't seem to stay away from my body. I was safe

Seraphina Harrington POVThe piercing ring of Dominic’s phone from the bedroom cut through the heavy silence of the living room. I sat frozen on the leather sofa, my thighs trembling as his fluids slowly trickled down my skin, pooling cold against the dark leather cushions.Dominic didn't look back at me. He walked straight into the bedroom, his bare, sweat-glistening back rigid as he snatched the vibrating device off the nightstand."Speak," he muttered, his voice dropping right back into that icy, detached corporate tone.I dragged my sore legs together, a soft whimper escaping my lips as the friction stung my swollen core. I reached down, pulling the ruined silk shirt back over my bare torso, but it did nothing to wash away the absolute vulnerability of my position. I was naked, covered in his scent, and entirely marked by his body, while he was already back to managing his empire.I listened carefully to his low murmurs from the other roo

Dominic Mercer POVI stared down at the bright screen of my phone, the blue light cutting through the dark shadows of the bedroom. The text message from Marcus was brief, but it made the exhaustion in my bones harden into cold fury.*Beatrice was spotted near the financial district an hour ago. She met with an associate of Henderson. We are tracking the vehicle now.*I tapped a quick response, telling him to keep a tight radius and not to move in until they knew exactly what she was offering. I threw the phone back onto the dresser, the heavy metal clattering against the polished wood.Turning around, I looked at the bed. Seraphina was already drifting off, her eyelashes casting long shadows against her pale, flushed cheeks. My oversized gray sweatshirt had ridden up to her hips, exposing the smooth curve of her waist and the dark, angry red marks my fingers had left on her skin just minutes ago. Her thighs were spread slightly, and a thick, milky white drop of my release was slowly o