Chapter 32:
Makenna’s POV
“Oops!” I blurted out. As I moved to shield my chest, Dominic caught my wrist and pulled me close.
“What are you doing?” My eyes widened in horror.
Dominic didn’t respond. Instead, his fingers gently traced the marks and bruises on my chest.
The rough touch of his fingers against my tender skin was warm and ticklish. His intense gaze, as if focused on an object, made me shiver.
It was weird to feel a man’s touch on the traces another man had left on me. Very weird.
“Clayton wasn’t the one who slept with you last night. It was Bryan, right?” Dominic suddenly questioned. Gritting my teeth, I averted my gaze, feeling ashamed.
I had no intention of discussing anything related to sex with Dominic.
Dominic was relentless. He pinched my chin and forced me to meet his gaze. “Answer me!”
I shot him a fierce look. Then something in his appearance caught me off guard. It was my first real look at his face.
He lacked Bryan’s wildness and Clayton’s gentleness. His features were sharply defined, his nose prominent and straight while his lips were thin, carrying an air of nobility.
His eyes were particularly striking, different from the other princes’. They were like deep, amber pools, emitting a cold gleam and remaining unreadable.
Caught up in my thoughts, I suddenly felt a numbing, ticklish sensation on my bosom.
Taking a sharp breath, I looked down to see Dominic’s fingertip casually brushing against my nipple, playfully and provocatively.
“What on earth do you want?” I demanded, struggling to free myself from his grasp. “Let me go!”
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However, despite my efforts, Dominic’s strength overwhelmed me. He held me close, his eyebrow arched as a rare, mysterious smile crept onto his typically cold face.
“I was curious about how you differ from the other sex slaves. Now, I understand.”
How I differed from others?
Suddenly, Clayton’s earlier remarks echoed in my mind.
Was Dominic hinting at the same thing?
Sure enough, he went on with an intrigued look, “You carry a scent that stirs our desires and calms our volatile nature.”
His voice grew raspier by the moment, and he intensified the pressure as he caressed my breasts.
Desire burned in his eyes, causing my heart to race with fear.
Was he going to subject me to the same horrors Bryan had?
Cold sweat dotted my forehead as fear gripped me. I forced myself to maintain a semblance of calm and replied, “I don’t understand what you’re implying. Also, I’m not interested in having sex in public. I need to go rest.”
Dominic paused and fixed a cold, detached gaze on me.
I calmly met his gaze, but sweat drenched my palms, and my heart pounded.
Silently, I prayed he would let me go.
To my shock, Dominic snorted dismissively and let me go, just as I had hoped.
I barely had time to feel relief when he remarked, “I just helped you. Shouldn’t you repay the favor?”
“You helped me?” I sneered, looking into Dominic’s eyes and adding coldly, “Your Highness, you saw Kristina and her group blocking my path long before, didn’t you?”
Dominic’s eyes narrowed as he scrutinized me from head to toe.
Maintaining my composure, I looked into his eyes and continued, “I noticed you watching from a distance quite some time ago. You witnessed everything.”
I had spotted Dominic in a corner, silently watching as Kristina and her followers blocked my path. He only intervened after I had started to defend myself. It seemed he stepped in only after seeing that I could handle the situation on my own, so that he could get some credit for rescuing me.
With that realization, I questioned him sternly, “Your Highness, your assistance wasn’t given out of kindness. Why should I feel obliged to repay it?”
