Chapter 739
Chapter 739:
With that, he resumed his frantic thrusting. It felt like both punishment and a warning. A warmth began to spread through me as his movements grew smoother, each thrust sinking deeper with ease.
“Let me go!” I cried.
My plea went ignored. Instead, Dominic thrust even more wildly, as though trying to reclaim the intimacy we once shared. Slowly, an overwhelming sense of pleasure began to eclipse the pain, and my protests weakened.
“Mmm… Ah… Let… let me go…”
The more I begged for release, the more fervent Dominic became.
Dominic’s POV:
It was a night driven by uncontrollable desire. Makenna’s resistance only fueled the fire inside me, making it harder to keep my emotions in check.
I’d never lost control like that before. I managed to keep my calm around Bryan and Clayton, but the moment I was alone with Makenna, everything I’d built up crumbled.
I could barely count the number of times I reached the edge. All I wanted was to claim Makenna completely, to keep her in my bed, to make sure she could never walk away from me. It wasn’t until she finally collapsed from exhaustion that I was able to collect myself. After covering her with a blanket and getting dressed, I made my way downstairs.
As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I spotted Bryan and Clayton walking in side by side.
Bryan’s face was still twisted in anger, while Clayton’s expression carried concern as he asked, “How’s Makenna?”
I exhaled a frustrated sigh, rubbing my temples. “She’s as stubborn as ever, won’t say who the hell that guy is. Now she’s refusing to eat, protesting like a child.”
Clayton’s gaze sharpened as his focus shifted to my neck, a knowing look flickering in his eyes.
𝕷𝖆𝖙𝖊𝓼𝓉 с𝗁αρ𝗍𝓮𝗋𝓈 g⍺𝗅𝗇𝖔ⲃ𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗆
“What did you do to Makenna?” he asked, his voice turning cold as ice.
I instinctively touched my neck, feeling the faint scratches from Makenna’s struggles, the sting reminding me of the chaos that had unfolded.
In the heat of the moment, I hadn’t even noticed the marks.
I quickly regained my composure, adjusted my collar, and replied with an air of indifference, “What do you think I’ve done to her? Haven’t you two already figured it out?”
Clayton’s expression darkened as he growled,
“Makenna’s fragile right now. How could you force her like that? You’re a bastard.”
Bryan, livid, shouted, “You idiot! Makenna hasn’t eaten in two days. She’s weak, and if you keep pushing her like this, she might die.”
I remembered the fragile, almost helpless Makenna, her faint struggles against me, and regret hit me hard.
But on the surface, I kept my cool, throwing a sarcastic jibe at Bryan. “What makes you think you have the right to lecture me? Wasn’t your own treatment of her just as brutal back then?”
“You…” Bryan was caught off guard, momentarily stunned, unable to respond. He clenched his fists, his rage boiling over as he lunged at me.
I wasn’t about to back down, my own fists ready to strike.
“Enough!” Clayton stepped in between us, his voice commanding. “Do you want to create more problems for us?”
Bryan and I stood frozen, our movements locked in place as if time itself had decided to pause.
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