The elevator opened directly into my penthouse.
Ella stepped in behind me, quiet, her eyes sweeping the space like she wasn’t sure if she’d been brought to a hotel suite or a Bond villain’s lair. Floor-to-ceiling windows glittered with Manhattan’s skyline, lights spilling across polished floors and glass walls. Everything was sleek, masculine, understated. Leather and steel. Dark wood. A view that silenced most people the second they saw it.
She wasn’t most people.
“Jesus,” she whispered, stepping further inside. “This is…”
“Too much?” I offered, slipping off my jacket.
“It’s…” She spun slowly in place, taking it all in. “It’s you.”
That made something in my chest tighten. Hard.
I watched her walk toward the window, the sway of her hips hypnotic even under the soft dress she wore. The one I’d nearly ripped off in that bathroom. The one I was still thinking about tearing from her body.
Her fingertips grazed the glass. “It’s beautiful.”
I crossed to her in three long strides, sliding my arms around her waist from behind. Her breath hitched as I kissed the spot beneath her ear.
“This is your world?” she asked, voice breathy now.
“It’s just a place.” I brushed her hair back, letting my lips ghost across the skin at her nape. “You’re my world now.”
Her body melted back into mine.
I spun her to face me. “You’re not leaving tonight, Ella.”
She looked up at me, flushed and wide-eyed. “Dom…”
“No,” I said firmly, my hands already tugging her closer. I’m going to fuck you all night—uninterrupted. No distractions. No mercy. Just you, under me, taking every goddamn thing I give you.’
Ella’s breath hitched at my words, and fuck if that wasn’t the sexiest sound I’d ever heard. Her eyes went wide, glassy with want, her lips parted like she was trying to catch her breath. But there wasn’t going to be much breathing tonight. Not with the way I planned to take her.
I kissed her like I owned her mouth—because I did. I devoured her lips, her whimpers, the heat of her skin under my hands. She kissed me back like she wanted me with every inch of her body. Like the fight had hollowed her out, and I was the only one who could fill her again.
Clothes disappeared in a frenzy—buttons popped, zippers dragged, fabric hit the floor without grace. My hands were already sliding up her thighs, fingers digging in to claim every inch of skin I could reach.
The city lights stretched below us like a galaxy of fireflies, but all I could see was her. Her flushed cheeks, her kiss-swollen mouth, her body already trembling under my hands like she’d been waiting for this since the moment she left.
I spun her around and slammed her against the floor-to-ceiling window, pinning her there with my body. Her gasp turned into a moan as I grabbed her wrists and held them high, flattening her palms to the cool glass.
“You said you weren’t going anywhere,” I growled into her ear, grinding my cock against her ass. “Now prove it.”
She arched into me, gasping. “Dom—”
“No running. No hiding. Not anymore.” I bit her shoulder, hard enough to mark. “You’re mine. And I’m going to fuck you like you forgot.”
I shoved her panties down and spread her legs with my knee, one hand still trapping both her wrists, the other sliding down to find her soaked and begging for me.
“Dripping,” I muttered. “Are you ready for me?”
She whimpered, grinding back. “Yes—fuck—yes.”
I didn’t need more. I lined up behind her, pressed her harder to the window, and slid inside in one brutal, claiming thrust.
She cried out—loud, unrestrained—and I didn’t let her catch her breath. I pounded into her from behind, hard and deep, her breasts smashed against the glass, her moans echoing around the apartment as the city sparkled before her.
“Who do you belong to?” I growled, teeth dragging down her neck.
“You,” she sobbed. “Dom, please—”
“That’s right.” I reached around, fingers circling her clit as I fucked her harder. “This pussy’s mine. Say it.”
“It’s yours,” she gasped. “Yours. All of me—fuck—Dom—”
Her legs trembled, walls tightening around my cock like she was trying to hold me inside her forever. I dropped her wrists and grabbed her hips with both hands, slamming into her over and over until she shattered with a scream that sounded like my name.
She collapsed forward against the window, body limp and slick with sweat, but I wasn’t done.
I turned her around, hauled her up by the thighs, and slammed her back against the glass.
“Not finished,” I said against her mouth. “Not even close.”
I held her there—pinned between my body and the window—while she trembled around me, her orgasm still pulsing through her.
But I wasn’t done.
I gripped her ass and lifted her effortlessly, her thighs wrapping around my waist, and drove back into her with a brutal thrust that knocked the air from both our lungs.
“Dom—oh my God—”
“Feel that?” I grunted, fucking up into her like I had something to prove. “That’s mine. Every inch of you.”
She nodded, wild-eyed, clinging to me as I slammed her against the glass with each thrust. Her fingers tangled in my hair, yanking as I buried my face in her neck.
The glass fogged around us. The city watched and I didn’t give a fuck. Let them see.
This was mine.
She was mine.
And I needed every inch of her to remember it.
Her second climax hit fast and hard, her body seizing around me, her mouth open in a silent scream. I groaned into her neck, chasing my own release, but held back, not yet. Not until she got everything I owed her.
When she finally slumped against me, breathless and boneless, I carried her to the bedroom like she weighed nothing.
I laid her across my bed like she was mine to ruin—mine to worship. Skin flushed, thighs still trembling from how I’d just fucked her against the glass, hair wild, lips parted and kiss-swollen. She was wrecked—and god, she was perfect.
But her eyes told a different story.
She was still afraid I might pull away. Still afraid that what she confessed at the restaurant—Leo—was a wound I couldn’t look past.
But I didn’t just look past it.
I wanted to bury myself so deep inside her that it erased every man before me—especially him.
I hovered above her, dragging my cock along her slick seam without entering. Watching her squirm, needy, eyes pleading for more.
“You know what I keep thinking about?” I murmured, voice low, rough with need. “At the restaurant. The way your face changed when you told me the truth.”
She swallowed hard. Her legs spread wider.
“You thought I’d hate you for it,” I said, kissing her jaw, her cheek, down to her neck. “You thought I’d walk away.”
Her fingers curled around my shoulders. “I wouldn’t have blamed you.”
I slid the head of my cock into her, just enough to feel that tight heat wrap around me. “But I didn’t.”
I pushed in deeper, slow and unforgiving.
“You gave me the truth,” I whispered against her mouth. “And I still fucking wanted you.”
She gasped, her hands clawing down my back. “I want you too…”
I rocked into her, deep and steady, hips grinding, making her feel every inch.
She let out a shaky moan. Her legs locked around my waist. Her eyes burned.
“I hated seeing you scared of me,” I growled, fucking her harder now, hands gripping her wrists, pinning them above her head. “Like I’d turn my back on the mother of my girls. Like I’d walk away from this.”
She was moaning nonstop now, breathless, writhing under me. “I thought I ruined everything…”
“You didn’t ruin a damn thing,” I rasped, my thrusts growing deeper, filthier.
I let go of her wrists, cradling her face in both hands, keeping eye contact as I drove into her with a possessive rhythm that screamed mine.
Her whole body tensed under mine, her cry breaking as she came again, tightening around me, dragging me straight over the edge.
I slammed into her one last time and let go—groaning into her mouth, emptying myself inside her with everything I had. Every thrust, every heartbeat, every broken piece of me now buried deep in her body.
When I collapsed on top of her, still pulsing inside, our bodies drenched in sweat, our hearts pounding out of sync—I kissed her slow, claiming every inch of her lips.
We lay tangled in the aftermath—skin flushed, limbs entwined, sweat cooling between us. The room smelled like sex and redemption. Her breath fluttered against my collarbone, her fingers tracing lazy lines down my chest like she still wasn’t sure if this was real.
I rolled onto my side, brushing a damp curl from her cheek. Her eyes were glassy, lips parted, her pulse still racing under her skin.
She looked like she wanted to say something.
I kissed her instead.
Slow. Deep. A kiss that wasn’t about sex at all—just truth.
Tears shimmered in her lashes. “I was so sure you’d leave.”
I kissed her again, slower this time. Tender. Certain.
“I don’t leave what’s mine.”
A shiver rolled through her. Her leg hitched higher on my hip, like her body needed to feel that promise everywhere.
I slid a hand between her thighs, found her still slick and swollen.
“Jesus, Ella,” I groaned. “You’re still so fucking ready for me.”
Her breath caught as my fingers brushed over her, teasing her clit. “I want more…”
I looked her dead in the eye. My voice dropped.
“Text the nanny. Tell her she’s staying till tomorrow. Because you’re not going home tonight, Ella. I’m going to fuck you again. And again. Until you forget every goddamn reason you thought I was going to leave you.”
