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    Dominic’s grip tightened, and his expression darkened, the glint in his eyes more dangerous now. “Nothing to do with me, huh? You must’ve forgotten, Makenna—I’m not just anyone. I’m a Lycan prince, too, and you also belong to me.”


    Before I could protest, he pulled me closer, his lips crushing mine in a kiss that felt like a punishment, suffocating any resistance I had left.AdChoicesADVERTISING


    A wave of fury surged through me, eclipsing every other emotion. Without thinking, I bit down on his lip, hard.


    Makenna’s POV


    “Ouch—” Dominic groaned as my teeth pierced his skin. Seizing the moment, I shoved him away with all my strength and dashed for the door, my heart hammering with fear and rage.


    But he was faster—too fast. In a sh, he caught me, lifting me off the ground as if I were weightless. Before I could struggle, he was already carrying me up the stairs. Panic surged through me—I knew exactly what he intended.


    “Let me go! You lunatic!” I screamed, thrashing and kicking with every ounce of strength I had. But it was useless. Dominic’s grip was iron, my blows meaningless against his strength.


    He threw me onto the bed effortlessly. “Dominic! You mad—” I began, but his mouth crashed onto mine, swallowing my words. The kiss was savage, suffocating—as if he meant to devour me whole.


    His hands roamed ruthlessly, sliding under my shirt, gripping my breast with bruising force. I shuddered beneath him, my eyes locked with his—they burned with a feral, primal hunger I’d never seen before.


    In seconds, he tore my top away. His fingers scraped over my bare skin, greedy and possessive. Before I could react, my pants were gone too. I gasped, horrified, as he stripped off his own clothes.


    His hardened length pressed hot and demanding against my thigh. Tears welled in my eyes, but a traitorous warmth pooled low in my belly—a shameful, unwee response.


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    His cock brushed against my entrance, teasing the wetness I hadn’t asked for. A soft moan escaped me before I could choke it back. My mind screamed in protest, but my body… my body betrayed me.


    Suddenly, something soft and furry grazed my back.


    I froze.


    Terror iced my veins.


    What was that?


    Makenna’s POV


    I whipped my head around in horror and saw Dominic’s wolftail—long and menacing—twitching as it dangled between my hips. My heart nearly stopped. What the fuck? Then it became more than a fleeting touch; it was real now, firm and dangerously close to my asshole.


    “Dominic! What the hell are you doing?” My voice cracked as I struggled to break free.


    He only grinned, a wicked, twisted smile. “What do you think I’m doing? I’m going to fuck you!”


    With that, he grabbed a pillow and shoved it under my hips, lifting me higher. I tried to squirm away, but his hands mped down, pinning me in ce.


    “Dominic! You bastard!” I spat, but my fury seemed to fuel his perverse pleasure.


    He spread my legs wide, leaving me utterly exposed. His fingers plunged into me without warning, driving deep into my wetness. My body went limp, strength draining away as it betrayed me once more.


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