Chapter 5

(Serena’s POV)

“Ah!” My whole body tensed, my feet arching straight.

“Already this wet down here, yet you still act innocent.” His voice was low and rough. His fingers curled and scraped inside my slick, tight walls, pressing deeper with a teasing, mean touch.

When his fingertips rubbed over that swollen spot on my front wall, I jolted like I’d been shocked. My back arched high off the bed as a moan tore out of me—raw and shameless.

A rush of heat spilled out around his fingers, soaking the sheets.

He pulled his wet hand away and didn’t give me a second to breathe. The thick head of his cock was already pushing against my messy entrance. With one hard thrust, he shoved all the way in.

“Ah… too full…”

My nails dug into his tense back muscles. The stretch was brutal, forcing every inch of me open. The overwhelming fullness knocked the sense right out of me.

Dominic groaned, forehead pressed to my damp shoulder. His body was strung tight like a bow. Then he started moving—hard, deep strokes that hit the very end of me with the first thrust.

“Haah!” I threw my head back, tears springing to my eyes.

He pulled out halfway and slammed back in, no mercy. Every thrust made a loud, wet sound. The thick ridge of his cock kept dragging over that sensitive spot, making my toes curl. My legs tried to close on instinct.

“Don’t close them. Spread your legs.”

He slapped my ass, the sharp sound making my face burn with shame. His hands grabbed behind my knees and pinned my legs wide open against the bed so he could fuck me deeper.

I bit my lip, trying to swallow the filthy sounds, but he grabbed my chin and shoved his thumb into my mouth, pressing my tongue down.

“Moan for me. Let me hear it,” he ordered, hips snapping faster.

Fuck. I cursed in my head, but my body was already falling apart under him.

The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with the bed banging against the wall. Pleasure crashed over me in waves. I clawed at his back, leaving red marks on his tanned skin.

“God… Dominic… slower…” I cried, voice hoarse, mind blank.

Inside me, Clara whimpered in pleasure, wrapped in his strong cedar scent.

“Shut up,” I snapped at her in my head.

But my body was even more honest than hers. Every brutal thrust made me slide up the bed. He clicked his tongue, hooked an arm under my waist, yanked me back, and hooked one of my legs over his shoulder.

The new angle let him drive even deeper, punching right against my cervix.

“No… too deep! It’ll break…” I screamed, fingers yanking at his black hair.

He just kissed me hard, swallowing every cry while his cock kept pounding into me like a piston. The orgasm hit fast and violent. My body seized up, walls clenching around him as hot fluid gushed out.

“No more… please, I can’t…” I sobbed, shaking my head.

“Can’t take what?” he panted against my ear, licking the shell. “Can’t take coming again, or can’t take me filling you up?”

My eyes rolled back. All I could do was whimper while my body kept squeezing him.

He growled low, gripped my hips, and fucked me with a few more brutal thrusts before burying himself deep and coming. Hot, thick cum flooded my womb, triggering another orgasm that made Clara moan in satisfaction too.

The room finally quieted, leaving only our heavy breathing. I lay limp against his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow down. His fingers stroked lazily through my hair and down my spine.

His stamina was as terrifying as his power. But if I could keep him hooked, Miles and his family wouldn’t dare touch me or my mom again.

Once I caught my breath, I started to push off him, but his slightly hoarse voice stopped me.

“That glass bottle in the inner pocket of your bag—what’s in it?”

I froze.

Shit. He’d even noticed what I’d hidden in my purse.

If I lied now and he checked later, all my obedience tonight would look like a calculated trap.

I steadied myself, sat up, let my hair fall over my chest, and met his gaze.

“Enchanted Herb,” I said softly, no hesitation. “My husband slipped it to me in the hallway and told me to drink it before coming into your room.”

Dominic didn’t look surprised. His dark eyes stayed fixed on me. “You didn’t touch it.”

I reached out, tracing the faint silver scar on his collarbone with my fingertip.

“I wanted to remember what you looked like clearly. Didn’t want that dirty stuff clouding my head.”

He looked down at me, lips brushing my forehead as he let out a quiet, unreadable laugh. “You’ve got guts, Serena.”

He… just said my name?

Good. That was progress. Remember me, not Daisy.

He saw through my submission and knew I was using him, but he didn’t care. He even seemed to enjoy watching me walk into his territory.

As long as the beast found the game entertaining, I’d reached my goal.

A hint of gray was showing in the sky when I pushed open the front gate.

The living room lights were off. Miles sat alone on the couch, the ashtray full of cigarette butts. His eyes were dark with exhaustion, shirt collar wrinkled like he’d been up all night.

The second he heard the door, he jumped up and rushed over, pulling me into a hug.

“Baby, you’re finally back. I already ran you a bath. Go soak for a bit, you’ll feel better.”

The moment he held me, I felt him take two deep breaths against my neck, like a dog checking for an Alpha’s mark.

“Got it.” I pushed his arms away, expression blank, and stepped back. “I’m going upstairs to sleep. I’m exhausted.”

I’d barely taken one step when his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist.

Miles licked his dry lips, eyes darting away. “Um… Serena, how was the Alpha’s mood last night? Did he mention anything about… my transfer?”

I stopped and turned to look at him with a faint, cold smile.

“You mean, did I let him fuck me in exchange for your promotion?”