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    Dominic continued to thrust inside me, leaning close to my ear with a yful glint in his eyes. “So, who’s better in bed, me or yton?”


    I stared at him, taken aback, memories of that night in the garden with yton rushing back. When silence hung between us, he thrust deeper, unyielding.


    “Ah… Ah… Please, slow down… I can’t take it…”


    With every thrust, my breasts bounced, and my moans flowed freely—constant, loud, and melodious.


    “Why so quiet? Are you toofortable to talk?” Dominic’s teasing voice whispered in my ear, his cock driving …


    Deeper inside me.


    “Your groans were far more melodious when you were with yton that night. Looks like I need to step up my game!”


    With that, he mmed his cock hard against my most sensitive spot. I was on the brink of orgasm. Damn him! I fought against the wave of pleasure, refusing to give in to the man before me.


    I panted heavily. “You’re shameless… Ah… You… voyeur… Ah…”


    Dominic smirked, thrusting steadily as he leaned closer to whisper, “How else would I know just how eager you were with yton?”


    His cock moved rhythmically in and out of my slick, tight core, the sounds of our passion echoing around us. A telltale sign of my desire pooled at the entrance of my core, swelling with each thrust.


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    Dominic, ever attentive to my pregnancy, eventually tempered his passion, letting our lovemaking fade as the night wore on.


    Already woozy from drinking, Dominic soon drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep, holding me securely in his arms.


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    Carefully, I slipped from his embrace, moving silently as I made my way downstairs.


    The mysterious man was still there, pale and struggling, ripping cloth from his shirt in a rough attempt to bandage his wound.


    I quickly found a first-aid kit and hurried over to him.


    He heard my footsteps and lifted his head slowly, his expression detached, as he spoke in a cold tone. “Finished?”


    Then, with a hint of wryness, he added under his breath, “Pregnant, yet throwing caution to the wind, I see.”


    Embarrassment surged over me, my cheeks burning crimson. I could’ve sworn the floor was ready to open up and swallow me whole. I quietly defended myself. “I’m doing this for your sake. If Dominic discovers you here, it’s over for you.”


    He snorted as blood seeped from his wound once more, staining my hands as I tended to it.


    “Don’t speak,” I murmured, carefully wrapping the bandage around his injury.


    “What are you nning to do now?” I asked, unable to keep the concern from my voice.


    “What else? I’ll get out of this pce and find somewhere toy low.”


    He looked at me, his gaze steady. “But I’ll need your help.”


    My help?


    “Help you? How can I possibly help you?” I refused him without a second thought.


    “My position here is delicate, and as you said, I’m carrying a child. If anyone finds out about our connection, things could turn ugly for me too.”


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