?Chapter 377:


    The realization twisted in my chest like a dull de. yton owned her heart, and Bryan held her future with his child. But what about me? What role did I y in her life? Nothing?


    My control snapped like a fragile thread stretched too thin. All sense of reason copsed.


    Without thinking, I pressed my lips to hers, kissing her with a desperate intensity that bordered on madness. It was violent, raw, as if I could absorb her into myself and make her mine in the only way I knew how.


    “Ouch.”


    A sharp, burning pain shot through me as her teeth sank into my lip, and the taste of blood filled my mouth. She had bitten me. Rage red within me. My hand moved on instinct, tearing her dress apart—the very one yton had gifted her, a symbol of his affection. I had wanted to destroy it from the moment I saw her wearing it at the banquet, unting his im over her.


    Makenna’s eyes widened in disbelief, her delicate features twisting with fiery anger. Was it because I ruined the dress yton had given her? She thrashed beneath me, her voice rising in fury.


    “Dominic, you bastard! Get off me! Don’t touch me!”


    Her rage echoed like a storm, but the thought that her mind was consumed with yton pierced me like a de. A heavy weight settled in my chest, sinking deeper with each passing second.


    Despite her desperate struggles, I pinned her legs beneath me, one hand capturing her wrists and pressing them above her head. My other hand roamed boldly over her chest, squeezing her breasts as if iming what I believed was rightfully mine.


    At this moment, there was only one burning desire within me: to possess herpletely and utterly. Makenna was mine, and I would leave no part of her untouched.


    Her body reacted involuntarily, her nipples hardening under my touch. I lifted her legs, my fingers finding the sensitive bud between her thighs.


    ?????? ???????? ? g??lnov?l??.???m


    “Dominic, stop… Ah…” she gasped, trying to push me away, but her strength faltered, her body betraying her with each touch.


    The wetness gathered easily at my fingers with just the slightest caress. But knowing she carried a child inside her, I tempered my aggression, not wanting to harm her. Still, I couldn’t resist slipping my fingers inside her, thrusting gently but deliberately, until I withdrew them, now slick with her desire.


    Her body responded as though it was calling out to me, the folds of her vagina parting in the most wanton disy. Seeing her like this, my restraint shattered.


    I hastily stripped off my clothes, my erection throbbing with need. My thick tip pressed against her wet folds, teasing the entrance before I carefully pushed inside. It felt incredible—the tightness, the warmth, everything about her ignited something primal in me.


    Makenna’s face, her body—they were crafted to drive me mad with lust. Because of the pregnancy, I didn’t dare plunge too roughly, constantly gauging her expression, waiting for any sign of difort. But there was none. And so, I moved, slowly at first, but her body quickly sumbed, her vagina growing wetter with each thrust.


    Thrust, gripping me like a velvet vice. Her juices, though plentiful, stayed deep within her, pooling inside as I filled her.


    “Ah… Ah…” she moaned, her breath hitching, her lips parting with each gasp.


    I loved her like this—helpless, her every sense focused solely on me.


    “Can you feel it? Has it reached the entrance of your womb?” I whispered, leaning down to capture her lips with mine, silencing her sweet cries with a kiss.


    .


    .


    .