?Chapter 947:


    The wood splintered with a loud crack, sending fragments flying in all directions.


    “That bastard Antoni deserves to die! I’ll make him suffer for this!” yton snarled, his voice low and menacing.


    Startled by the outburst, I flinched and instinctively took a step back, my body trembling.


    Dominic noticed my reaction and shot yton a sharp, reprimanding look. “You’re scaring Makenna!” he snapped.


    Bryan’s hardened expression softened immediately. Guilt and warmth filled his eyes as he pulled me into his chest, murmuring, “I’m sorry. We should’ve kept you safe. You shouldn’t have had to go through this.”


    I melted into his embrace, tears spilling down my cheeks in a steady, unbroken flow.


    His lips brushed against my skin, gentle at first, kissing away the saltwater trails on my face. But soon, his kisses deepened—hot and urgent—trailing from my jaw to my neck, then to the hollow above my corbone.


    The rich, intoxicating vor of his affection danced across my tongue as our mouths intertwined. His teasing rhythm left me lightheaded, lost in the pulsing cadence of his lips. I arched my neck, surrenderingpletely to the fervor of our kiss.


    His gaze smoldered with desire, and the warmth of his palms radiated through my skin, igniting something deep within me. His breathing grew uneven as he tugged my shirt away.


    “Are you two really going to carry on like this, right in front of us?” Dominic’s irritated tone cut through the haze, pulling me back to the moment.


    I blinked, suddenly aware of Dominic and yton watching us, their faces etched with annoyance. But Bryan ignored them entirely. His hands roamed over my bare breasts, cupping and teasing with bold, possessive strokes.


    I couldn’t resist the sensation. Within moments, my nipples grew firm and erect. Without pause, Bryan’s lips descended, capturing me with a hungry bite. His tongue flicked and swirled, sending shudders of delight coursing through me, unraveling my restraint and leaving my pulse racing.


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    I pressed against him, my voice trembling with unease. “We’re in a tavern… someone could walk in…”


    “Don’t worry. Without ourmand, no one would dare to enter,” Bryan assured me, his voice a deep, gravelly rumble.


    Before I could protest further, I felt my undergarments being eased down from behind. Nimble fingers began exploring, drawing forth a slick warmth that glistened in their wake.


    “Makenna, you’re so wet,” Dominic teased, a yful smirk curling his lips.


    A flush of shame and defiance surged through me. I red at him, only to find the heat in his eyes intensifying. He leaned close, his warm breath grazing my ear as his tongue traced its edge. “I want to be inside you so badly. What should I do?” he murmured.


    As the words left his lips, Dominic pulled me from Bryan’s hold and pressed me against the bar counter, my hips teetering on its edge. He parted my thighs and drove himself into me with a sudden, forceful push. His urgency caught me off guard; he’d clearly been restraining himself for too long.


    “Ah… Dominic… not so fast…”


    Each time he pulled back, his length seemed to growrger, his movements plunging deeper, striking my core with precision. I rocked my hips in time with his rhythm, my breasts swaying with every thrust.


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