Chapter 115:
Makenna’s POV:
As soon as I returned to my room, exhaustion overwhelmed me, and I collapsed onto the bed. Every muscle in my body ached from the weight of the day’s troubles.
When would all this turmoil finally end?
I sighed deeply, staring up at the ceiling as countless thoughts swirled in my mind. The flood of worries, plans, and fears washed over me, leaving me even more drained. My eyelids grew heavy, and I began to drift off, seeking solace in sleep.
But I couldn’t fully surrender to it. I suddenly felt a presence, a tall, heated figure pressing down on me. Hot breaths fanned across my face, jolting me awake.
“Who is it?” I snapped, my eyes flying open. Bryan’s handsome face loomed just inches from mine, a wicked grin playing on his lips.
Startled, I instinctively tried to scream, but Bryan’s hand quickly covered my mouth, silencing me.
His chuckle was low and menacing as he leaned in closer, his voice a dark whisper in my ear. “What, do you want everyone to hear us?”
Panic surged through me. Did he know about Lily hiding in my house?
If he could read my thoughts, his smirk deepened. “Have you forgotten? I know everything that happens in this place.”
My heart sank, and I glared at him warily. “What do you want?” I demanded, my voice edged with fear.
Was he planning to use Lily against me?
But Bryan ignored the hostility in my tone. Instead, he lowered his head, his tongue tracing the line of my ear.
His voice was thick with displeasure as he murmured, “I’m here to punish you, of course. You disobeyed me and went off flirting with another man.”
His hand roughly squeezed my chest.
“Ah!” I cried out in pain, wincing as the pressure left my skin burning.
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Damn him! He was going to leave bruises again.
But just as the shout escaped my lips, I remembered Lily in the next room. Panic clawed at me, and I quickly clamped my hand over my mouth, desperate to keep quiet.
It was too late. I heard footsteps outside, followed by Lily’s concerned knock on the door.
“Makenna, are you okay?”
I wanted to call out that I was fine, but Bryan had already pulled up my shirt. His hands skillfully explored my waist and abdomen, teasing the sensitive spots he knew too well. One hand slid lower, finding its way to my entrance, sending shockwaves of pleasure and horror through me.
I nearly screamed again, my hand desperately trying to push him away, while I bit down on my knuckles to stifle any sound.
But Bryan wasn’t going anywhere. He leaned in closer, his voice dripping with mockery. “You should answer her. She’s waiting.”
I glared at him with all the fury I could muster, but forced myself to respond to Lily, my voice trembling. “I’m fine…”
Bryan chose that moment to rub my entrance harder, sending waves of pleasure that almost made me moan out loud. I bit down harder on my knuckles, fighting to keep control.
“You…?” Lily’s voice came from the other side of the door, her tone skeptical. “You sound a bit strange.”
“It’s… nothing… I just… bumped into the bed,” I stammered, struggling to keep my voice steady despite the onslaught of sensations Bryan was forcing upon me. His fingers slipped inside, and his other hand played with my nipples, making it nearly impossible to remain silent.
My body was betraying me, responding to his touch in ways I couldn’t control. I bit down so hard on my lip that I tasted blood, terrified of making a sound that might reveal what was really happening.
“You bumped into the bed?” Lily’s voice was full of concern. “Do you want me to come in and check on you?”
Fear gripped me, and I quickly blurted out, “No, no, I’m fine. Just… going to sleep now…”
Bryan’s deep voice rumbled in my ear, laced with dark amusement. “You’re going to sleep?”
I could barely breathe, let alone speak. I clamped my hand over my mouth, desperately trying to stifle the sound that threatened to escape. I heard Lily’s hesitant voice outside.
“Well, alright then. I won’t bother you anymore,” she said, her footsteps slowly retreating down the hall.
As soon as Lily was gone, I tried to relax, but relief was short-lived. A rush of cold air hit my skin, and panic surged through me. I instinctively tried to cover myself, but Bryan grabbed my wrists and pinned them aside.
It was only then that I realized, with growing horror, that he had torn my clothes.
