Chapter 176:
Makenna’s POV:
After I finished my smile, Bryan finally handed the paintings back to me.
I held my mother’s belongings with the utmost care. The reward Bryan mentioned didn’t pique my interest at all. As I examined each painting, I couldn’t help but wonder about the kind of person my mother was.
My knowledge about her was scant. All I knew was that she had a passion for painting, and even that was pieced together from other people’s words.
How absurd. I didn’t even have a photograph of her. As her daughter, I should have known what she looked like, but here I was, clueless.
I had always believed my mother to be a woman of exceptional talent.
Lost in thought, I didn’t notice the car pulling into the palace grounds until it came to a stop in front of Bryan’s villa.
My reverie was abruptly shattered by the sight of the villa, and with it, the bad memories of being trapped here resurfaced, making me shiver involuntarily. Bryan raised an eyebrow and nudged me impatiently. “What are you waiting for? Get inside.”
I recalled the promise I had made to Bryan. Reluctantly, I steeled myself and stepped into what felt like a nightmare.
With a grin that suggested he was quite pleased, Bryan led me to a room on the second floor.
As soon as I entered, my eyes were drawn to a white lingerie set hanging there, featuring a daring deep V neckline trimmed with lace. The garment seemed designed to cover just the essentials, and a plate of grapes sat on a nearby table, the purpose of which I couldn’t fathom.
“What’s with the grapes?” I asked, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.
Bryan didn’t provide an answer. He simply urged, “Put it on quickly.”
With no other choice, I shuffled over to the lingerie, my face flushed, and awkwardly pinched the edge of the garment.
𝗢𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝘁 ⲅⲁⳑ𝗇𝗈ⳡ𝖊𝗅𝘀⍿𝗰𝗼𝗆
Despite my reluctance, I had given my word, so I had to follow through.
I couldn’t bear the thought of changing in front of Bryan, so I asked softly, “Could you… turn around?”
Bryan sneered, “You’re really a hassle.” Yet, to my surprise, he seemed oddly relaxed today. Despite his words, he did turn around.
I slowly donned the lingerie, my embarrassment growing. It felt slightly too small. The triangular fabric barely covered my breasts, leaving them barely shielded and my chest forming a pronounced groove. A large bow sat at the front, with only two thin straps connecting it to the sides of my waist. The garment was cut away from the navel, extending all the way down, and was open-crotched. I felt utterly exposed and self-conscious.
“Are you finished?”
Before I could respond, Bryan turned around, his impatience evident. The moment his gaze fell on me, his eyes darkened with desire. I was taken aback and instinctively tried to cover myself, but it was an exercise in futility as I was bared in every way.
Before I could react, Bryan moved toward me and enveloped me in an embrace. “You look stunning. It suits you perfectly.”
He lifted my chin and kissed me, his hand roving over my body. He then lifted me and gently laid me on the bed. “I’m going to make sure you feel this,” he declared, his voice rough with desire.
His hands continued their exploration, rubbing and flicking my breasts through the lingerie.
“Mmm…” I groaned, Bryan’s raspy voice ringing near my ear. “This outfit highlights your beauty. You should wear it more often,” he commented, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
I attempted to turn away, but he held my chin, kissing me deeply. He pressed his knee between my thighs, forcing them apart. He grabbed the lingerie at the lower part and used it to stimulate me. Waves of pleasure rolled through me as my body responded with increasing wetness.
“You’re so wet,” Bryan remarked, holding up his finger slick with my juices.
I closed my eyes and turned my head away, but suddenly, I felt something round pressing inside me.
I felt a jolt of fear and snapped my eyes open, only to find Bryan holding my leg aloft, grabbing grapes from the table and, one by one, pushing them inside me.
“What on earth are you doing? Stop!”
“Don’t move!” Bryan’s grip tightened on my legs as he forced them apart with ruthless determination. His fingers intruded roughly, mingling with the grapes inside me. I was overwhelmed by a wave of panic and a strange, unfamiliar sensation that drove me to tears. I couldn’t count how many grapes he had inserted. My lower body was swollen, and I could only plead with him.
“Please, take them out…”
Bryan regarded me with a mischievous glint in his eyes before lowering his head and unexpectedly beginning to lick me.
“Ah…” A shiver ran through me as I moaned, trying to stifle the sounds with my hand. Despite my embarrassment, the pleasure was undeniable. He caressed my labia with his lips, then lavished them with his tongue. My body quivered, and I could feel the grapes inside me being squeezed, their juice mixing with my own.
Bryan’s mouth then enveloped me completely, and he began to suck with a force that made my body jerk.
“Ah!” I cried out, nearly bouncing off the bed. A certain spot inside me felt crushed, leading me into an intense climax. Breathless, I gasped as I looked up to see Bryan lounging on top of me, a look of satisfaction on his face. He had a grape in his mouth, dripping with my essence.
He popped the grape into his mouth and nodded approvingly. “It’s very sweet.”
I clenched my teeth in humiliation and glared at him. What a madman!
During the rest of the encounter, Bryan extracted some grapes in various bizarre ways, while others remained inside, pressed against his thrusts. I had no means to resist, so I had no choice but to endure.
