?Chapter 133:


    Makenna’s POV:


    I felt like I was caught in the eye of a storm, my body swinging from one extreme to the other—boiling hot one moment and chillinglyfortable the next. It took what felt like ages to steady my racing pulse. When I finally opened my eyes again, I was met with a sight that left me ck-jawed.


    It took a moment for the realization to sink in: I was inside a car. The darkness outside the window told me it was well past midnight. Where in the world was I?


    I shifted, noting the heavy coat draped over me. It wasrge enough to envelop most of my body, and every inch of me ached, as if I had been beaten. This sensation was hauntingly familiar, like…


    Suddenly, a jolt of memory struck me. The events at the hotel shed back with vivid rity. My heart raced, and I shot up in rm.


    Had that fat man… had he assaulted me?


    “You’re awake. It seems you’re doing all right now.” A voice, casual and almost indifferent, broke through my spiraling thoughts.


    I turned to see Dominic sitting beside me, his eyes glinting with curiosity.


    The shock of seeing him jolted me. Then, I remembered that he showed up out of nowhere in that dire moment. He must have rescued me.


    It was this wicked man who had once againe to my aid.


    I felt a swirl of conflicting emotions. As I tried to rx, I murmured, “Thank you for saving me…”


    Dominic raised an eyebrow, a look of genuine surprise crossing his face. “I never thought I’d hear you say ‘thank you.''”


    I bit my lip, my eyes shing with irritation.


    Hisment made it sound like I was being ungrateful.


    Didn’t he remember how he’d humiliated me before? Wasn’t that the reason for my sour attitude?


    But then, he waved off my gratitude with a dismissive gesture. “Oh, don’t mention it. I didn’t lose anything, after all. Quite the contrary, I enjoyed a rather passionate night.”


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    My face flushed with heat. The memory of being drugged and the steamy dreams that followed made it clear what must have happened after I left the hotel with him.


    It was all happening in this car again!


    I shifted ufortably, realizing I was nearly naked, covered only by the coat.


    Panic surged through me. I wrapped the coat around myself and asked, “Where are my clothes?”


    Dominic pointed to a pile of torn clothing on the seat beside him, his tone dripping with nonchnce. “You don’t know how intense it got. You ended up ripping your clothes.”


    “How is that possible?” I shot back, incredulous.


    I had been drugged; how could I have been so strong?


    It had to be this man who had torn my clothes and was now trying to shift the me. It seemed no matter what, he was a scoundrel!


    Before I could voice my anger, the car jolted violently as if it had been kicked hard.


    “Ah!” I screamed, my fear mounting as the car shook uncontrobly.


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