?Chapter 675:


    The next second, he leaned in, his breath warm against my skin, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “I really miss how innocent you used to be.”


    “You… let me go!” I raised my fists, trying to push him away, but my effort wasughable against his solid frame. He didn’t even flinch.


    Instead, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. The warmth of his breath sent an involuntary shiver racing down my spine.


    “Are you curious about Antoni’s secrets?” he whispered. “If you are… you’ll have to please me first.”


    He pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, his eyes glinting with mischief. “From the moment I saw you in the corridor, I just couldn’t resist.”


    Makenna’s POV:


    Dominic gave me no chance to protest as his lips imed mine in a searing kiss. His hand, warm andmanding, slid from my waist to pull me closer, eliminating any space between us.


    His kiss was relentless, leaving me breathless. I gripped his arm with one hand while the other pressed against his chest, trying to create some distance. “No… not here,” I managed to gasp. “Evelyn and the others are just in the nearby training room. What if someone walks in?”


    Dominic pulled back just enough to brush his lips lightly over mine. “No one wille in,” he murmured. “We just have to be quiet.”


    Before I could argue, he reached out, his long arm locking the door with a decisive click. My heart raced as the small room suddenly felt even smaller.


    The next second, he had me pressed against the cold tile wall. The open back of my bodysuit offered no buffer, and I shivered at the contrast between the icy surface behind me and the heat radiating from him.


    I wanted to protest, but my words dissolved into a soft gasp as his hand moved over the thin silk of my bodysuit to grab my breast.


    Embarrassed, I lowered my gaze, my face ame. Dominic’s soft chuckle brushed against my ear as he whispered, “Please me if you want to know Antoni’s secrets.”


    I red up at him and rolled my eyes, but I knew I had to do it to get information from him. I found myself reaching out, my fingers fumbling with the button of his pants.


    The evidence of his desire was unmistakable. The moment my hand made contact, his arousal pulsed against my palm, hot and insistent. Hesitant but determined, I wrapped my hand around his length, swallowing my embarrassment as I began to stroke him up and down.


    Dominic groaned softly, his hand trailing to my waist before his lips found their way to the silk-covered curve of my breast. The thin fabric did little to muffle the sensation of his tongue teasing me, swirling deliberately as if testing my limits.


    My body betrayed me, responding to every touch, every stroke of his tongue, until I was melting against him, trembling and helpless.


    The fabric darkened under his attention, clinging to me like a second skin, its damp outline highlighting every curve. My nipples, swollen and aching from his teasing, pressed against the material, a visible testament to my body’s betrayal.


    “Mm… stop…” I whimpered, though even to my own ears, the plea sounded weak.


    Dominic’s hands slid lower, cupping my hips with ease. Thece design of my bodysuit, daringly open in all the wrong ces, gave him too much ess.


    He gently kneaded the soft flesh of my buttocks before parting them with deliberate intent. I froze as his fingers found the wet heat between my thighs, teasing my lips and rubbing my clit.


    “Don’t,” I murmured, my thighs pressing together instinctively, trapping his hand in ce.


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