Chapter 141:
Makenna’s POV
“You lunatic… You freak!” I screamed, my eyes widening with shock and fury.
“You deserve this,” he countered, lifting my chin with disdainful fingers. His cold voice cut through the air as he continued, “I gave you that dress out of goodwill and attended your wedding banquet to support you. Yet you had the audacity to leave with another man. Why should I give you another chance to disobey me?”
With each word, his expression darkened further, his grip on my chin tightening until pain shot through my jaw. Still, I met his gaze defiantly, refusing to yield no matter what.
“I have to get out of here!” I ground out through clenched teeth.
“Not happening,” Bryan replied, his tone infuriatingly casual.
This bastard!
Blind rage overtook me. I bent forward and sank my teeth into his hand without restraint. The metallic tang of blood flooded my mouth, but he didn’t even flinch. His expression remained unchanged—if anything, he looked amused, one eyebrow quirking up in a smirk.
“I left plenty of marks on you last night,” he mused. “Consider this my chance to return the favor. If you want to leave more, I’ll gladly allow it.”
His audacity stunned me. Here I was, showing clear anger, and he twisted it into something flirtatious! The man was completely unhinged.
The sight of my teeth marks on his skin turned my stomach. I shoved his hand away and demanded coldly, “What will it take for you to let me go?”
He snorted derisively. “I’ve already told you—keeping you here forever is your punishment.”
Frustration burned through me as I bit my lip. “Does the king know you’re holding me here without approval? What if he finds out? Won’t he hold you responsible?”
Bryan’s POV
𝖂𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖋𝗈𝗋 galn𝗈v𝖊𝗅𝘀．𝖼𝗈𝗆
Bryan arched an eyebrow, his voice disturbingly calm. “Don’t waste your concern on me. I’ve arranged for your extended leave. We won’t be disturbed for quite some time.”
My stomach dropped. This carefully planned isolation meant no one would come looking for me. Was I truly condemned to this nightmare forever?
As he spoke, his hands began wandering my body again, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “I’ve devised new ways to enjoy you. Escape isn’t an option…”
His sudden touch startled me, and I instinctively tried to shove him away. But in an instant, he overpowered me, pressing me into the mattress.
Still sore from the night before, I pleaded in panic, “No… Not again… Ah!”
Before I could finish protesting, he parted my thighs and pushed against me. I felt his rigid length probing my entrance, then with one brutal motion, he sheathed himself inside. A weak whimper was all I could manage as pain overwhelmed me.
Bryan hooked one of my legs, gripped my waist, and flipped me over effortlessly. I gasped as my knees hit the mattress, forced into position.
“Stay,” he commanded when my trembling legs threatened to give way. His hands tightened on my hips as he began moving, drawing a satisfied groan from his lips. Each thrust sent fresh waves of pain through my battered body.
I was breaking… dying…
Yet as his relentless pace continued, something shifted. Against my will, my body began responding to the insistent rhythm. The fullness of him, the constant friction – pleasure crept in like poison, undermining my resistance.
“Uh…”
The traitorous moan slipped out before I could stop it. He was destroying me, piece by piece, driving me toward madness.
