Page 75 of Accidental Doctor Daddy

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.

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