Chapter 146:
Makenna’s POV:
The wind whipped past my ears as we plummeted from the upper floor, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut, icy fear gripping me.
But something felt strange—my body didn’t crash onto the hard ground as I’d expected. Instead, I clung to something soft and warm… fur?
Realization struck as I felt Clayton’s body shift beneath me. He had transformed into his wolf form, his powerful muscles rippling under the thick coat cushioning my fall.
We landed gently, the impact barely noticeable. When I opened my eyes, Clayton had already shifted back, holding me securely in his arms. His smile was tender, reassuring.
“It’s all right. You’re safe now. Don’t be afraid,” he murmured, his voice wrapping around me like a shield.
For a moment, I was mesmerized by his gentle expression, so different from the horror I’d just escaped. But then, a rustling in the grass nearby made my body tense.
Had Bryan’s men found us?
The thought of being dragged back—forced into Bryan’s sadistic games again—sent a shudder of terror through me.
Then, a figure emerged from the shadows, bowing deeply to Clayton. “Your Highness, the guards have been lured away. We can leave now.”
Relief washed over me as Clayton leaned closer, his voice firm yet soothing. “Don’t worry. He’s with me. No one will hurt you anymore.”
“Okay…” I whispered, my voice trembling as I clutched his clothes like a lifeline.
Clayton was my only hope now—the one person who could protect me from this nightmare.
After a moment, his expression hardened as he turned to his subordinate. “Lead the way.”
𝗢𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝘁 g𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈𝖛𝖊𝗅𝘀․𝖼𝗈𝗆
Curled up in his arms, I could do little more than cling to him as the egg vibrator continued its relentless assault inside me. My mind was foggy, teetering on the edge of delirium. My only lifeline was Clayton, carrying me away from the hell I’d been trapped in.
We moved swiftly, dodging guards as we fled. Eventually, we reached a secluded spot where Clayton’s car was hidden, far from prying eyes. He carefully placed me in the back seat, and as soon as I was inside, the partition between the front and back seats rose, granting us privacy.
For a moment, relief washed over me—but it was short-lived. The suppressed pleasure I’d been fighting surged back with terrifying intensity.
A wave of sensation crashed through me, my body quivering uncontrollably as warmth gushed from between my legs.
“Hnnn… Ah…”
My fingers clawed at the door as my legs gave out, my body collapsing against the seat. Tears of shame streaked down my cheeks. I had just climaxed in front of Clayton—without a single touch—and the humiliation was unbearable.
I desperately tried to clamp my thighs together, to hide the evidence of my disgrace, but the vibrator wouldn’t relent. Its quiet hum filled the car, and every slight movement shifted it against my most sensitive spots.
My body, already wrecked from days of Bryan’s torment, couldn’t resist. Pleasure pulsed through me in relentless waves, the vibrations dragging me toward the edge again. The thin blanket beneath me was soaked, my own wetness spreading beneath my trembling form.
I bit down on my fingertips, muffling my moans, but it was useless. Tears kept falling, my emotions a tangled mess of shame, despair, and unwanted pleasure.
I didn’t want this. I didn’t want Clayton to see me like this—broken, trembling, completely undone.
His eyes were wide with shock, his expression torn between concern and helplessness. His hand hovered near me, uncertain, but I flinched away.
“Don’t touch me,” I whispered, my voice raw with despair. “My body is too dirty…”
