Since Vincent had driven her here, Katelyn found herself stranded without a car to escape.

Meanwhile, Marco chose not to rush after her. Keeping a calculated distance, he said in a coaxing tone,

“Miss Bailey, are you leaving because you feel neglected? Let me make it up to you. I know a place where you’ll be treated like royalty.”

The incessant sound of his voice grated on her nerves. With growing frustration, she retorted,

“Shut up!”

But her rising anger came with an unsettling realization. The drug coursing through her veins began to take full effect as her heart rate quickened.

Initially, the dizziness had been mild, but now her body felt feverish, and her cheeks burned. An unsettling heat surged through her, spreading to parts of her body she couldn’t ignore.

Having experienced intimacy with Vincent, Katelyn immediately recognized the nature of the sensation. This wasn’t just any substance—it was a malicious drug, crafted with vile intent.

Staying here any longer was unthinkable. Marco’s intentions were clear, and she shuddered at the thought of what might follow.

With trembling hands, she pulled out her phone and quickly typed a desperate message to Vincent.

Save me.

Marco’s sharp eyes caught her movements. In an instant, he darted forward and slapped the phone from her grasp. The device hit the ground with a sharp clatter, its screen fracturing into jagged shards. Without hesitation, Marco kicked it, sending it skidding into a nearby pond where it disappeared beneath the water.

Damn it!

Katelyn cursed under her breath, her body swaying as her vision blurred further. The unbearable heat coursing through her body threatened to consume her, robbing her of control with every passing second. Whatever drug had been used on her was horrifyingly effective—far beyond anything she’d imagined.

Marco’s grin widened as he observed her unsteady movements. Sensing his moment, he stepped closer and slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her to him.

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Katelyn felt a wave of disgust and rejection overwhelm her mind, but her body betrayed her, responding to Marco’s closeness in a way that made her stomach churn with revulsion.

She tried with all her strength to shove Marco away. However, her weakened body refused to cooperate, leaving her unable to muster any real force. Her attempts to push him off only came across as a teasing gesture.

Marco’s gaze fixated on Katelyn’s flushed and vulnerable expression; his Adam’s apple bobbed as his eyes burned with unrestrained desire. Unable to resist, he leaned down and pressed his lips to her neck, sucking hard.

His voice was deep with satisfaction as he murmured,

“Miss Bailey, your scent is intoxicating.”

The fragrance wasn’t like the overpowering perfumes he was used to. It seemed to radiate naturally from her skin—soft, understated, and utterly captivating, putting him at ease.

A woman like this, he thought, would be thrilling and untamed in bed.

Marco’s excitement gleamed in his eyes as he imagined claiming her completely, his impatience growing with every second.

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