Chapter 130:
Dominic’s POV:
Harrison family?
Thoughts of that insolent Kristina clouded my mind, souring my mood even more. I muttered, “Alright, I’ve noted it.”
Eager to end the conversation, I carried the semiconscious Makenna and left briskly.
Jessica and Frank, their faces pale with terror, rushed to block my path.
Jessica stammered, “Your Highness, please hear us out, things aren’t as they seem…”
“Enough,” I interjected sharply, clearly annoyed. “If anyone else attempts to stop me, I won’t hesitate to kill them right here.”
Makenna’s well-being was my immediate concern. Dealing with these fools could wait.
At my warning, they didn’t dare block me again. They exchanged worried glances and stepped back, trembling with fear.
Carrying Makenna, I made my way out.
As soon as I exited the hotel, I gave a stern command to the soldiers standing guard.
“Deal with that fat man on the second floor. And shut down this wedding immediately.”
“Yes, Your Highness!” they responded without hesitation and rushed inside to carry out my orders.
Moments later, the sounds of screams and shattering glass echoed from within.
I didn’t stop. I continued forward, carrying Makenna straight to the car.
Her body was burning hot, as if she had been drugged. Her usual guarded demeanor had vanished, replaced by a strange, agitated need as she clung to me.
When she tried to speak, her words were slurred and incoherent.
𝓵𝖆𝓉𝓔𝓢𝓣 ςհ𝓪ρ𝓽𝖊𝗋𝓈 𝗀𝖺Ⱡn𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝓈․ⅽ𝗼𝗺
“So comfortable… Your body is so cool…”
Makenna pressed her face into my chest, her hands restlessly roaming over me.
Unable to ignore it, I caught her wandering hands and held them firmly as I looked into her eyes.
“Makenna, do you know who I am?”
She blinked up at me with hazy eyes, barely able to focus, yet she still whispered my name. “You’re… Dominic…”
A rush of desire surged through me, stripping away my last shred of restraint. Cradling her face, I crushed my lips against hers in a searing kiss.
Tonight, Makenna was pliant in a way she’d never been before. Her arms wound around my neck as she kissed me back with equal hunger, her tongue tangling with mine. I deepened the kiss, savoring her taste while my hands worked to undress her. I ached to touch her, to feel the heat between her thighs—already slick with arousal, as if her body had been waiting just for me.
Every brush of my fingers drew a breathy moan from her lips, her oversensitive body responding to even the lightest caress.
Her sounds only stoked my need further. My cock throbbed painfully as I positioned myself at her entrance. She was unusually eager tonight—the moment the tip grazed her folds, she arched against me, hips lifting in silent demand.
“Mm… Put it in… hurry…”
Her plea was barely a whisper, her fingers digging into my shoulders like a desperate kitten. I couldn’t hold back any longer. In one smooth motion, I sheathed myself fully inside her. The tight, wet clasp of her around me wrenched a ragged groan from my throat as pleasure overtook me.
“Oh… So big…” Makenna’s voice trembled as her body shuddered, instinctively recoiling slightly from the overwhelming stretch.
But I wouldn’t let her retreat. My first impulse was to pin her down and take her hard, but the memory of what she’d endured earlier—that repulsive man’s hands on her—flashed through my mind. A protective tenderness washed over me, softening my urgency.
Instead, I lowered my mouth to hers in a slow, soothing kiss.
My lips trailed gently along her skin, mapping a path from her lips to the curve of her ear, down the column of her neck, and over the delicate swell of her breasts.
I took my time, coaxing her body to relax beneath mine, savoring each responsive shiver.
Her pussy clenched around my cock in rhythmic pulses, the sensation so intense it bordered on unbearable.
Once I felt her adjust, I hooked her legs over my arms and began to move in deep, deliberate strokes.
“Ah… Ah…”
Her moans grew louder, her body arching as I hit that sweet spot inside her again and again.
Her moans grew sweeter, her hips moving instinctively with mine as she surrendered completely to pleasure. “Good girl,” I whispered, my fingers tracing her cheek.
Makenna was mesmerizing in her passion, and I couldn’t resist thrusting deeper, harder—consumed by the need to lose myself in her entirely.
With every movement, she grew wetter, her arousal evident in the slick sounds between us, her juices coating my cock as I plunged in and out.
Time blurred as we lost ourselves in each other. Her moans shifted, breathless and urgent. “Mm… Ah… I’m… I’m going to—”
Her cry trembled with intensity as her body clenched around me, her release spilling over in a hot rush that threatened to push me over the edge.
Gritting my teeth, I slowed, fighting my own climax to let her ride out every wave of pleasure.
But even as her shudders subsided, I wasn’t finished with her yet.
