?Chapter 305:
In the dim pit, Dominic forced me into every humiliating position imaginable. My body had gone numb, my consciousness flickering at the edges. I lost count of how many times Dominic had taken his pleasure, or how often my own traitorous body had surrendered to it. He moved with possessed intensity, as if determined to break me apart and fuse us together.
“Oh…” Thest hot rush of his release filled me, making my oversensitive core clench violently. Tremors wracked my body as I gasped weakly. Was it finally over? My legs nearly gave out, and I barely caught myself against the pit’s rough wall.
Dominic dressed with effortless elegance, the picture of nobility once more, his earlier frenzy now concealed beneath polished refinement. His gaze dropped to where his seed trickled down my thighs, and his smile deepened with smug satisfaction.
Fury surged through me. I red up at him, teeth nearly grinding. “You’re dressed, but what am I supposed to wear?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Dominic grinned and pped his hands.
A sudden gust swept through the pit, and clothing fluttered down as if delivered by divine intervention. My head snapped up in shock. Someone was up there! Heat flooded my cheeks as understanding dawned—Dominic had nned this all along.
Too humiliated to dwell on it, I scrambled into the garments. Dominic watched with amused eyes, that infuriating smirk never fading.
“As a Lycan prince,” he said lightly, “I always keep my men nearby for… situations like this. But don’t fret—they’re disciplined. They know what not to overhear.”
I rolled my eyes. Just as I opened my mouth to snap back, a thick rope tumbled down from above.
The sarcastic remark died on my lips as Dominic’s arm suddenly wrapped around my waist. Before I could climb out myself, he lifted me effortlessly and began ascending the rope. Though we had just been intimately entangled, his proximity now – that raw, overwhelming masculinity – set my heart pounding and cheeks burning.
Dominic moved with swift, controlled precision. His very presence offered an unexpected sense of security that left me strangely disoriented. Was this still the same cold, ruthless Dominic I knew?
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Lost in thought, I barely noticed when we reached the pit’s edge. Emerging, I found a line of stern-faced soldiers standing at attention. The memory of our frenzied encounter below made heat flood my face. I shot Dominic a sideways re and muttered, “Dominic, you bastard! Pervert!”
To my surprise, he showed no offense, merely patting my head withzy amusement. “Let’s go. I’ll escort you out.”
I looked at the darkening forest and shook my head. “No, I haven’t caught anything yet.”
Dominic smirked, nodding toward the sunset. “It’s nearly dark. Where exactly do you n to hunt?”
Before I could protest, he pped his hands. Another group of soldiers appeared, presenting an array of neatly arranged game animals. Understanding dawned.
“I don’t want these,” I protested, feeling it unfair to others.
Dominic’s smile turned smug. “If you show empty hands tomorrow, Father will punish you for disrespecting our ancestors.”
Trapped between his logic and my principles, I reluctantly epted the animals. When I arrived at the assembly point, the others had been waiting. Hayley chatted with the group, and seeing her reminded me of the useless whistle, darkening my mood. I wouldn’t forget that betrayal.
“Well, Makenna,” a woman’s mocking voice cut through, “did you dy because you were ashamed to return empty-handed?” Her sneer faltered when she saw my bounty, reced by open envy.
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