?Chapter 897:


    His hands gripped my hips firmly, guiding me as he thrust with a ferocity that left no part of me untouched. Each movement drove him deeper, the tip of his length pressing insistently against my most sensitive depths, teasing, retreating, only to return with even greater force.


    “Ahhh…” The sensation was unbearable, yet I couldn’t escape it. As my climax approached, my body tensed, nearly convulsing as I tried to pull away, but yton held me firmly in ce. A flood of release surged through me, my core contracting and trembling uncontrobly, the evidence of my pleasure undeniable.


    Even as I shuddered in the aftermath, yton lifted my limp form and repositioned me on hisp, his hardness still demanding entry. My body, still reeling from the intensity, was hypersensitive, every movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. As he slid back inside, I gasped, my inner walls clenching tightly around him, my lower body spasming once more.


    Overwhelmed, I leaned into him, my lips seeking his in a desperate kiss, tears streaming down my face as I pleaded, “No more… please…”


    yton’s hands tightened on my hips, his voice a low,manding murmur. “Be a good girl, and I’ll be gentle.”


    But his movements betrayed his words, his firm waist driving into me with a rhythm that left no room for escape. My body rose and fell with his, each thrust a searing reminder of his unrelenting desire.


    His dominance overwhelmed me, my narrow passage yielding to his hardened length as he imed mepletely.


    Makenna’s POV:


    Our wild, intimate night had left us tangled in each other’s arms until the first hints of dawn peeked through the sky, finally calming our restless spirits.


    As the soft morning sun poured into the room, yton gently scooped me up and carried me to the bathroom, treating me like something precious.


    Warm water cascaded down, washing away the weariness clinging to me, while yton’s careful hands worked their magic, soothing every ache. Back in bed, sleep eluded me, like a sly fox. My mind kept racing with worries about Grace and Alice, refusing to let me rest.


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    After a moment, I turned to yton and blurted, “Hey, yton, any word on how Grace and Alice are holding up?”


    Lounging beside me, yton toyed with the hair on my chest, looking rxed.


    He shed a small grin and replied, “Grace is locked up in the dungeon, but since we know she’s your ride-or-die, we’ve kept her safe and sound. No need to worry.”


    Relief washed over me when I heard that Grace was okay, for now.


    “And Alice?” I pressed, my nerves jangling like loose change.


    At the mention of Alice, yton’s tone deepened, bing heavier. “Alice… we have no clue where she or herpanions are. My father has people searching everywhere, but it’s like she’s disappeared into thin air.”


    My heart skipped a beat, and I shot up, panic rising. “What if Antoni’s goons got to her?”


    The mere thought of that cold-blooded creep Antoni sent a shiver down my spine.


    yton pulled me into his arms as fast as a whip, rubbing my back to calm me down. “Makenna, easy now. We’ve got eyes on Antoni—he hasn’t found Alice or her friends either.”


    That eased my nerves a bit, and my tense muscles slowly began to rx.


    A sleepy haze rolled over me, my eyelids drooping like heavy curtains, begging for rest.


    yton gave me a little shake and murmured, “Makenna, what’s your next move?”


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