Chapter 340

Wesley was a master of evasion. He pressed Lillian's face firmly against his chest.

The bustling hotel lobby saw nothing unusual—just another wealthy playboy with a woman in his arms. Such scenes were commonplace in five-star establishments.

Hidden cameras captured nothing identifiable as Wesley carried the semi-conscious Lillian outside.

He tossed her unceremoniously into the backseat of his black Bentley. His fingers tore at her already revealing gown with greedy urgency.

The fabric gave way easily, leaving her exposed beneath his predatory gaze. Lillian's drugged state made her pliant in his hands.

"Well, well... Not just a pretty face but a body made for sin," Wesley murmured appreciatively.

Desire burned through him like wildfire. He pounced without restraint.

"Oh God!"

"Perfect... Absolutely perfect!"

The more exquisite she felt beneath him, the rougher Wesley became.

Lillian stirred as violent movements roused her from chemical-induced stupor. In her haze, she mistook Wesley for Dominic.

Her heart swelled with delirious joy. "Dominic... love me... please... be gentle..." Each sharp bite sent paradoxical shivers of pleasure through her.

Wesley scowled at hearing another man's name. He'd make her regret that mistake.

"Does it hurt? You'll be screaming for more soon," he growled, increasing his brutal pace.

Lillian whimpered as pain and pleasure warred within her. Tears gathered in her lashes but only fueled Wesley's dark hunger.

"A virgin?" His laugh turned cruel. This discovery spurred greater violence.

The car rocked with their frenzied coupling.

"Too much... I can't..." Lillian gasped even as her nails scored Wesley's back, pulling him closer.

"Liar," Wesley taunted. "Your body begs differently."

Ecstasy overwhelmed her. "Ah! Dominic... more..."

Wesley grabbed his phone, capturing every compromising angle. "Let's memorialize your debauchery, darling."

Lillian remained oblivious, lost in drugged euphoria. In her mind, she'd finally captured Dominic Blackwood—the most coveted bachelor in the city.

If she bore his child, her status would be secured forever...

Meanwhile, Dominic and Evelyn exited the hotel into a winter wonderland.

Snow blanketed the city by midnight, transforming the streets into something magical.

"Dominic, look!" Evelyn wriggled free from his embrace, darting onto a pristine patch to stomp footprints. Having grown up in warmer climates, snow still thrilled her.

Despite the late hour, the college district buzzed with activity. Students laughed as one shook snow from tree branches.

"Come play!" Evelyn grabbed Dominic's hand, pulling him into a spontaneous snowball fight.

Dominic indulged her with an affectionate smile, adjusting her hood and scarf against the cold. Dark curls framed her face like a porcelain doll's.

For a moment, time folded. He saw again the small-town girl who'd unknowingly saved him years ago. Grandfather Reginald's exile had been a blessing in disguise.

"Dominic?" Evelyn tugged his sleeve, breaking his reverie.

With sudden boyish enthusiasm, he led her to a 24-hour convenience store for fireworks. They slipped through the gates of a nearby high school's athletic field under cover of darkness.

A distracted security guard chatted on his phone, back turned to the intruders. The lovers shared conspiratorial grins as they crept past...