?Chapter 222:


    Dominic, clearly impatient, clicked his tongue before pulling me close,ying me t against him. Then, he thrust up into me, harder and faster.


    “Ah… Oh…” I gasped, overwhelmed by the sudden increase in intensity. The pleasure was dizzying, leaving me no choice but to cling to Dominic’s shoulders and moan as he took control.


    Makenna’s POV:


    I awoke the next morning to find Dominic’s absence a wee relief. As I stretched and prepared myself for training, the tranquility was short-lived.


    Descending the stairs, I was met with the unexpected sight of Dominic at the dining table, lounging as if he owned the ce. Dominic, that insufferable jerk, was seatedfortably while Lily hovered nearby, pouring milk with a bashful smile. The sight of him ignited a ze of frustration within me.


    I strode over with a hard expression and couldn’t help but sneer. “Your Highness, I didn’t realize you enjoyed such leisure, even at breakfast.”


    I yanked out a chair and sat down, casting a disdainful nce at his rxed demeanor. “I wonder if the breakfast here meets your refined tastes.”


    “Makenna!” Lily’s voice cut through, her urgency palpable. She nced nervously at Dominic and whispered, “He’s a prince, remember!”


    It was then that I noticed Lily’s smile falter, growing awkward as I approached. She stiffened and tried to change the subject. “Makenna, let’s eat breakfast.”


    Her difort only deepened my suspicions. Something was clearly wrong with Lily, and her awkwardness was even more troubling with Dominic present. Could Lily really be considering something as dreadful as bing a sex ve? At just eighteen, she was still a young woman, far too young to be trapped in such a nightmarish situation.


    I needed to figure this out, and soon.


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    As I mulled over the situation, Lily snapped me out of my thoughts. “Makenna, why are you still daydreaming? Come on, eat!”


    Dominic, who had been silent up until now, finally spoke in azy drawl. “It’s quite good; you should eat more.”


    I shot back, “Of course, my friend’s cooking is excellent. Are you full? Why haven’t you left if you are?”


    Dominic, finishing his sandwich with an air of elegance, nced at me coolly. “I eat where I please. Do you have a problem with that?”


    I met his gaze with a strained smile. “Not at all, you’re free to do as you wish.”


    With that, I attacked my breakfast with a fervor, my knife and fork cutting into the food with all the intensity of my irritation toward Dominic. The utensils scraped painfully against the te. I wish I could just devour him!


    Dominic stopped engaging with me, and I was more than ready for him to leave. Breakfast dragged on in a joyless haze. Lily, caught between us, was too busy attending to both Dominic and me. I invited her to sit and eat with us, but she declined.


    The meal with Dominic felt interminable, and just as I was about to dere myself done, he finally set down his utensils. “I’m full,” he announced.


    A wave of relief washed over me. I silently wished he would just leave quickly. My modest home wasn’t designed for such royalpany. But as Dominic stood to leave, he paused and turned toward me. His gaze sent a shiver down my spine as I braced for more trouble.


    “Aboutst night…” Dominic’s smirk widened. He leaned in and ced a kiss on my lips, his voice low and suggestive. “Don’t forget that.”


    With that, he left with an air of ease, and I watched him go, indignation boiling inside me as I wiped my mouth furiously. That bastard! I mentally cursed him countless times, scrubbing at my mouth until I felt a bit better.


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