Chapter 75
Georgia’s mind churned with disbelief and rising fury. How on earth did Preston find out this secret of mine? And Dominic -how did he know? The thought alone ignited a fierce flame of anger within her chest. She felt invaded, exposed. Though she had been confined, stripped of her pack and all that once defined her, there remained one last sanctuary–her privacy. Or so she had believed. Had Preston been spying on her? The very idea made her blood boil.
She glanced at him, waiting for him to break the heavy silence, but his patience was razor–thin, worn threadbare by suspicion. His dark eyes locked onto hers, sharp and relentless. “You won’t tell me?” he demanded, voice edged with icy accusation
His suspicion gnawed at him with increasing ferocity. What happened between Georgia and Dominic? The question burned behind his gaze.
Suddenly, unable to hold back, Preston blurted out, “Has he seen you naked?”
The words struck Georgia like a jagged dagger, sending a sudden, painful throb through her chest. Preston, what do you think I am? Her hands clenched tightly, fingers digging into the fabric of her thighs, trembling not just from pain but from the fiery surge of anger that coursed through her veins.
She remained mute, trembling in silent fury.
Seeing her silence, Preston’s mind leapt to the conclusion that his jealousy was well–founded. The bitter green tendrils wrapped tighter around his heart.
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“How much did he pay you?” Preston sneered, the venom Georgia’s eyes widened, disbelief washing over her like a cold wave. The sharp sting in her lungs made it hard to draw breath.
“Mr. Foster didn’t pay me,” she spat out bitterly I’d have been glad to let Mr. Foster see me naked for free. Besides, Mr. Hill, you know I’m worthless. Mr. Foster is ge Chapter Unlocked, Enjoy Reading! honey just to look at me naked. And I still dream of his kiss every night. How I wish I could get him drunk, just so I could sleep with him.”
Her voice trembled with despair, every word laced with self–loathing. Before she could finish, Preston silenced her with a sudden, fierce kiss.
His handsome face was darkened by rage, raw anger roiling beneath his skin. With each self–deprecating confession she uttered, his fury swelled, a tidal wave crashing through his control until he could bear it no longer. He lowered his head, claiming her lips with a possessive ferocity, crushing her words beneath his kiss.
But as their mouths met, Preston’s thoughts turned sharply to what Georgia had said about Dominic’s kiss. His kiss deepened, wrapping her in a warmth that chased away the cold shadows lurking in the room. Gradually, she surrendered to him–not as the hesitant woman from their first kiss, but with a quiet desperation born of pain and need. Their breaths mingled, slow and heavy, and though Georgia’s wolf was absent, the primal bond between mates pulsed fiercely beneath her skin, stirring something fierce and aching in her chest.
She craved his kiss, longed to be marked by him–an instinctive hunger that only deepened Preston’s torment. Luca’s silent urging echoed in his mind, demanding he claim her, mark her as his
Yet Preston pulled back.
He thought of Georgia’s fragile, wounded body and the absence of her wolf. To mark her now could bring fever, worsen the injury she fought against with every breath.
He stood abruptly, eyes blazing with unspoken desire and cold calculation.
But his voice cut through the tension, sharp and cruel. “You don’t think I’m going to sleep with you again, do you? One round with a woman like you is enough to bore me. Besides, you’re cheap.”
Then, without another word, he turned and strode out of the room.
Georgia’s face drained of color, the words slamming into her like a fist.
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“Shut up!” she hissed, hands clutching her ears in a futile attempt to block out his venom. She dared not shout, so she let the fury simmer in a low, guttural whisper, trying desperately to shove his cruelty from her mind.
Meanwhile, far away in Dominic’s villa, Laura was enduring her own torment.
There, across from her, sat the man she had dreamed about for so long. But something was off–the man before her was not the ideal she had imagined.
Dominic’s lips curled into a slight, enigmatic smile as he pulled up a chair and settled himself opposite Laura. “Sit,” he commanded softly, then gestured to the other side.
Laura’s body still trembled, weak from choking on water for minutes that had felt like an eternity. She felt as though she had come close to death.
“Mr. Foster, I.” she began to speak, but he silenced her with a raised finger pressed gently to his lips. “Don’t talk. Let me take a good look at you.”
His voice was hypnotic, almost bewitching, and the faint smile that touched his lips stirred something deep inside her.
A rush of warmth flooded her cheeks, and her heart pounded so fiercely she thought it might burst.
What does he mean? she wondered, confusion and hope swirling inside her. He wants to take a good look at me?
Almost instantly, the truth settled in her mind.
Dominic’s cold words to Preston were just a façade–a strategic performance. He remembered her. He was pretending to be indifferent to avoid provoking Preston. That was the only way to protect himself.
She met his focused gaze, feeling suddenly fragile and pitiful in his eyes. And she was certain–he was falling for her.
Suddenly, Dominic leaned forward, closing the distance between them. His face hovered dangerously close, his intense eyes locked onto hers.
Laura’s breath hitched, panic fluttering beneath her skin.
“Mr. Foster…” she murmured shyly, her cheeks flushed and ears burning.
“Who knows?” Dominic whispered, voice slow and deliberate. “A wicked heart can hide beneath the most innocent face.”
Laura’s blush froze mid–bloom, her lips trembling with a mix of anger and disbelief.
“That’s too much, Mr. Foster,” she spat, voice shaking. “You’re unbearable.”
“I’m warning you,” Dominic said, rising with a dark glint in his eyes. “I hate it when women cry.”
Laura bit her lip defiantly, shooting him a glare thick with resentment.
Dominic stood tall, hands shoved deep into his pockets. “Tell me should I punish you?”
Laura’s heart dropped. Punish me? Again? she thought in horror.
“Why? I didn’t do anything to offend you!” she exclaimed, fury breaking through.
Dominic clicked his tongue, eyeing her as if she were a fool. “You offended me by framming Georgia.”
Georgia’s name struck Laura like a blow, sharp and sudden.
Georgia again? she thought bitterly. Why does everyone rally around her? Both Preston and Dominic stand by that woman.
Jealousy flared in her eyes as she lifted her chin. “Georgia isn’t a decent woman! Mr. Foster, she fooled you! Don’t be taken in by her innocent act. She’s a liar–a wicked woman! She’s just pretending to be pitiful.”
Dominic rose swiftly, hands in his pockets, his gaze dropping down to rest on Laura’s defeated form.
“I know exactly how to punish you,” he said softly, voice low and filled with quiet menace.
