Chapter 17:
Makenna’s POV
At that moment, I found myself oddly grateful for Latonia, despite the fact that her motives were as transparent as glass—she was clearly angling for Bryan’s favor.
I let out a sigh of relief. The other slaves eyed Latonia with a mix of envy and resentment; they, too, longed for Bryan’s attention but lacked the courage to approach the princes.
I was puzzled by their lack of self-respect. Did they really think there was something dignified about performing oral sex on a man in front of so many people?
While I wrestled with these thoughts, Latonia had already made her way to Bryan, positioning herself right before him. With a flirtatious glance, she knelt and reached for the hem of his robe, preparing to lift it.
Yet, I noticed a glint of coldness in Bryan’s eyes. He seized Latonia’s hand and snapped, “Did I ask for your service?”
A chill ran down my spine, and my heart pounded furiously as I sensed the impending doom for Latonia. Still, Latonia seemed oblivious to Bryan’s icy demeanor. She responded with a sultry tone, “I must please you, Your Highness. Please do not turn away.”
“Oh? Really?” Bryan’s smile grew colder, more merciless, but Latonia remained clueless. Mistaking his cruel demeanor for consent, she became even more daring.
Knowing Bryan’s peculiar ways, I anticipated punishment for Latonia. Subtly, I took a step back, cautious not to get involved.
Sure enough, as I retreated, Bryan raised his foot and delivered a savage kick to Latonia’s chest. She cried out in pain and collapsed to the floor, writhing in agony. Even in her suffering, she cast a weak, longing look at Bryan and pleaded, “Your Highness, why not let me serve you?”
A fury brewed in Bryan’s eyes as his expression darkened. He barked, “You want to serve? Who do you think you are?”
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With those harsh words, he kicked Latonia once more, sending her skidding across the floor like a discarded rag.
“Ouch!” Latonia groaned, and by chance, she rolled toward me. Startled, I tried to move away, but Latonia’s eyes blazed with fury as she screamed, “This is all your fault. If it weren’t for you, Prince Bryan wouldn’t have punished me!”
Despite her battered state, she gathered her remaining strength, sprang up, and lunged at me.
“What are you doing?” I gasped, taken completely by surprise. I failed to dodge in time as she shoved me to the floor, the back of my head crashing against the ground. Pain exploded in my vision.
Latonia, now out of her mind, grabbed a nearby stool, lifted it high, and prepared to smash it into my face.
What a lunatic!
In a panic, I turned my face away and covered it with my hands.
At that critical moment, the three princes surged forward in unison. Bryan kicked the stool away while Dominic and Clayton helped me to my feet and pulled me out of the way, sparing me from Latonia’s mad assault.
My heart raced, and I could hardly believe I had narrowly escaped such a perilous situation.
“Are you alright? Did you get hurt?” Clayton asked gently.
His voice pulled me back to reality. I shook my head and thanked them. “Thank you so much, Prince Dominic. Prince Clayton!”
To my surprise, they continued to hold my arms even after I expressed my gratitude. Embarrassed, I tried to pull my hands away and said tentatively, “Prince Dominic, Prince Clayton—could you let me go?”
At that moment, Bryan approached us, casting a disapproving glance at my arms. “Let her go,” he ordered coldly.
To my astonishment, the two princes tightened their grip on my arms instead of releasing me. Neither seemed willing to let go.
Bryan’s anger flared, and he roared, “What are you doing? She is the sex slave I chose first.”
