His rhythm turned brutal, each thrust driving her up the stool until she thought she'd splinter against him. His hand clamped her hip hard enough to bruise, and the low growl of his voice hit her ear like a command she couldn't ignore. "Say my name when you come, Scarlett. I want to hear it tear out of you."

Her nails dug into his shoulders, the broad muscle flexing under her fingers as she tried to anchor herself. The crew's silence pressed in from every side, a wall of held breath and hungry eyes, but she couldn't see any of them. She could only see him — those gray eyes pinning her, relentless, refusing to let her hide a single inch of what she was feeling.

"I can't—" she started, the lie already crumbling in her throat.

"You can." His hand slid from her hip to the small of her back, arching her into him, and he drove deeper, harder, until she felt him in her teeth. "You will. And when you do, you'll know exactly who put you here."

The wave built inside her, slow and merciless, and she tried to hold it back. Some part of her still wanted to keep something hidden, some scrap of herself that wasn't his. But his thumb found her clit, circling once, twice, and the world went white at the edges.

"Dominic—" The word tore out of her, raw and broken, as she shattered around him. Her body clenched around his cock, wave after wave pulling her under, and she heard herself gasp his name again, a prayer and a surrender all at once.

He watched her fall. She felt his gaze on her face, felt the slow, satisfied smile curve against her temple as he followed her over the edge, his own groan swallowed against her skin. "There she is," he murmured, his voice thick with something that sounded almost like reverence. "There's my girl."

She slumped against him, her forehead pressed to his collarbone, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The crew was still silent, but she could hear the shift of feet, the clearing of a throat, the quiet click of a camera being set down. She'd given him everything. And the worst part — the part that made her stomach clench even now — was that she wanted to do it again.

His hand came up to cup her jaw, tilting her face toward his. "Look at me," he said, soft and commanding. She did. "That's the last time you hold back from me. You understand?"

She opened her mouth to argue, but the words died on her tongue. His thumb traced her lower lip, and she felt the truth of it settle into her bones like a brand. "Yes," she whispered. "I understand."

He smiled, slow and dangerous, and she felt the shift in the room — Marco's voice cutting through the silence, calling the shot, telling them to reset. But Dominic didn't move. His eyes held hers, and she knew, with a certainty that made her breath catch, that this wasn't over. It was just beginning.

"Good girl," he said, and the words were a collar she didn't want to slip.