Chapter 280
Evelyn gasped as Dominic's rough movements sent waves of pain through her body.
Her pale skin flushed pink under his touch.
Dominic's icy gaze burned into her. He needed to erase every trace of another man from her skin.
When he finally lifted her from the bathtub, she was still coughing up water, her body as red as a boiled lobster.
Without a word, he carried her toward the floor-to-ceiling window.
Their suite occupied the penthouse level. The city stretched below them, glittering like scattered jewels against the night sky.
An elegant recliner sat before the window, offering an unobstructed view of the dazzling metropolis.
Evelyn's foggy mind sharpened with realization. She shook her head weakly. "Dominic... please... not here..."
The thought of what he intended to do in front of that window terrified her.
Yet her body betrayed her, arching toward him, her fingers digging into his sculpted shoulders.
Dominic smirked, his grip tightening on her thighs as he lowered her onto the recliner.
She tried to resist, but her legs parted instinctively, wrapping around his waist.
His predatory gaze locked onto her writhing form.
She looked like a delicate white kitten playing with yarn—adorable yet unbearably tempting.
Evelyn's eyes flickered to the starry sky, then widened in horror as she realized her position.
Her legs were spread wide, baring her to the city below.
Panic surged through her. "Stop—"
Dominic leaned down, his lips curling into a dangerous smile. "You don’t get to decide, Evelyn. Your body is begging for me."
He didn’t tell her the truth—the glass was one-way.
She could see out, but no one could see in.
Evelyn moaned, her vision blurring with pleasure.
"Did I ever mention how much I love your sounds?" Dominic murmured, watching their reflection in the glass.
Her mind was blank, consumed by need. She pressed desperate kisses across his chest.
He teased her mercilessly, touching everywhere but where she needed him most.
The torment was unbearable.
If she didn’t find release soon, the drug would destroy her.
Tears spilled down her cheeks. She squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to look at him.
Dominic's anger faded at the sight of her tears. He kissed them away before finally thrusting inside her.
Between ragged breaths, she heard him whisper, "I'm sorry, Evelyn. I lost control when I saw you with him. You have no idea how much you mean to me..."
His love for her was obsessive. The mere thought of another man touching her drove him mad.
Finding her nearly violated by Xavier had felt like a knife to his heart.
Evelyn was the only light in his bleak youth.
His past was a frozen wasteland—until she appeared like a vine, weaving life and color into his barren world.
To others, she might seem ordinary. But to him, she was everything.
Their intimacy that night was raw, fueled by desperation rather than tenderness.
At the peak, Dominic held her so tightly she could barely breathe.
"Sorry," he repeated, his voice rough with emotion.
Evelyn bit down hard on his shoulder, drawing blood.
He didn’t flinch. Instead, his movements grew fiercer, as if trying to merge their very souls.
Dawn broke, sunlight replacing the stars.
Evelyn woke at eight, alone in the massive suite.
Her body ached as if she’d been trampled. Animal, she thought bitterly.
Then she remembered—the children.
Guilt crashed over her. She reached for her phone, but the doorbell rang.
Thinking it was Dominic, she wrapped herself in a robe and opened the door.
Margaret Whitmore stood there, her sharp eyes taking in the disheveled room.
Towels littered the floor.
The scent of sex hung heavy in the air.
Evelyn’s neck was covered in marks.
Margaret said nothing, simply laying fresh clothes on the bed. "Mr. Blackwood sent these."
"Thank you," Evelyn mumbled, avoiding her gaze.
"Mr. Blackwood took the children to Blackwood Manor last night." Margaret’s tone turned stern. "You shouldn’t leave them alone, Ms. Sinclair. Especially Isabella—she’s terrified of thunderstorms."
Evelyn flinched. She hadn’t realized it had stormed.
Margaret’s disapproval was clear. The children deserved better than a shabby apartment.
What if something had happened to them?