?Chapter 333:


    Each deep stroke sent tremors through my body, my muscles clenching helplessly. “Good girl… now move those hips for me.” His voice was dark,manding, followed by the sharp sting of his palm against my skin, leaving heat blooming in its wake. I obeyed instinctively, rocking back against him in rhythm, my body responding even as my thoughts scattered.


    Then, without warning, a hand seized my chin, forcing my head up. A deep, rough voice growled near my ear, “Good girl. Open your mouth.” Dazed, I parted my lips, only for another man to push his thick length past them, filling my mouthpletely. His grip on my jaw tightened, ensuring I didn’t graze him with my teeth as he thrust deeper, hitting the back of my throat.


    A sob caught in my chest, my body jerking instinctively, but his hand fisted in my hair, holding me in ce. There was no escape, no reprieve—only the relentless rhythm of their movements, dragging me deeper into exhaustion. My legs trembled, my strength giving out as I surrenderedpletely, helpless beneath their control. The night stretched on, unending, as they took what they wanted, over and over, until all I knew was the haze of pleasure and submission.


    Makenna’s POV:


    The first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, nudging me awake.


    But the warmth of the morning was apanied by a deep soreness that throbbed throughout my entire body. What happened? Why did I feel like I’d been run over?


    In the haze of waking up, blurry shes ofst night trickled through my mind. Heat crept up my cheeks as realization slowly dawned on me—I had spent the night with a prince. The events came back in fragments, making the ache in my body all too clear.


    But who had stayed with me? The details were tangled, lost in the fog of a hangover.


    Sitting up in bed, I tried to piece it together. My mind was still groggy, sluggish, and then a soft knock came from outside, breaking my thoughts.


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    “Makenna, are you awake? Breakfast is ready,” Lily called from behind the door.


    “Yeah, I’ll be down in a minute,” I answered, fighting the stiffness as I dragged myself out of bed. Every step toward the bathroom was a painful reminder of the night before. Staring at my reflection, I barely recognized the tired face looking back at me. My hair was a mess, my eyes bleary. With a sigh, I washed up, hoping it would make me feel even a little bit normal again.


    As I made my way downstairs, careful with each step, my legs felt like they might give out. The soreness clung to me like a weight, making even the simplest movements difficult. When I finally reached the dining room, it was bustling with people.


    To my surprise, Amon, Bryan’s subordinate, was sitting at the table too.


    “Good morning, Miss Dunn,” Amon greeted me warmly. I forced a smile and shuffled awkwardly to my seat, aware of Alice’s curious gaze.


    yton, sitting nearby, took notice of my limp and asked,


    “Makenna, are you alright?”


    I nodded lightly and tried to sound casual. “I’m fine. Just a bit sore fromst night… probably had too much to drink.” As I spoke, I nced at Bryan and Dominic, noticing how their expressions tightened ever so slightly.


    Something in their demeanor set off an rm in my head, causing shes ofst night to resurface.


    Wait… There seemed to have been two men in my room.


    Did I…


    Before I could wrap my mind around the implications, Amon’s voice cut through my thoughts. “Miss Dunn, Frank has been released without charge.”


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