Chapter 198:
Makenna’s POV:
Bryan suddenly pinched my chin and bent down, capturing my lips in a swift, unexpected kiss.
“Ouch!” The word slipped out in surprise as I instinctively pressed my palms against his chest.
After the kiss, Bryan pulled back slightly, his dark eyes boring into mine, his voice gravelly with a blend of desire and amusement. “I’ve saved you so many times, haven’t I? All I’m asking for is a little reward. It’s not too much, is it?”
Before I could even respond, he closed the distance again, stealing another kiss and leaving me no room to resist. His tongue forced its way through my tightly sealed lips, dancing with mine with practiced ease. His cool fingers grazed the bruises on my neck, gliding down slowly, sending shivers down my spine.
The buttons on my shirt came undone with unsettling ease. His large hands slipped inside my clothes, expertly finding my breasts and caressing them as if they were his by right.
The living room of the villa filled with the charged sounds of heavy breathing. I was helpless against his forceful kisses and probing hands, my body gradually succumbing to the heat of the moment. I felt my desire igniting under his touch, almost too overwhelming.
Unlike before, my resistance was waning. I had used Bryan against Flynn’s brother, knowing full well this might be the price to pay. Just think of it as being bitten by a stray dog… I tried to console myself inwardly.
But I had severely underestimated the depths of Bryan’s twisted nature. As he kissed me, he began stripping away my clothes, ready to push the boundary even further when, all of a sudden, he pulled away, putting space between us.
I blinked in confusion, catching sight of a sinister smile playing on his lips.
“Let’s make tonight a little more… interesting.”
My thoughts were still scrambling to catch up when I saw him pull a bundle of ropes from a drawer in the coffee table.
𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝘦𝗅𝘀⧸ⅽ𝗈𝗺
Though I didn’t know exactly what he planned to do, a surge of panic jolted me awake.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice laced with fear.
Without answering, Bryan hoisted me up and forced me down onto a chair. I was pinned in place as the ropes tightened around the tops of my thighs, the tension biting into my skin. The unfamiliar sensation sent a shiver racing through me as the ropes wound around my inner thighs, weaving under me, across my chest, and over my breasts, even looping over my head.
When he looped the ropes around my neck, he paused briefly, leaving a bit of slack. But it didn’t stop there. The ropes drew even tighter, binding my hands behind the chair. As if that weren’t enough, he tied my calves to the chair legs as well.
“You twisted freak!” I spat, struggling against the bonds. But the ropes held firm, leaving me at his mercy.
Bryan ignored my protests. He manipulated my body, arranging me into a position nothing short of obscene—my legs spread wide, leaving nothing to the imagination. With just a downward glance, I could see how the ropes had pulled my breasts taut, my nipples stiffening under the strain.
His gaze darkened as he stepped closer, his eyes fixed on me with an unsettling mix of hunger and amusement.
“Already soaked, huh?” he teased, his fingers grazing my slit.
I turned my face away, shame burning through me. The position was a cruel paradox—humiliating yet strangely electrifying.
Bryan’s fingers invaded me without hesitation, prying me open as his mouth latched onto my breast, tongue and lips working with relentless hunger. The combined sensations—his mouth on my nipple and the merciless intrusion below—sent shockwaves through my body. My head tilted back as I gasped for air, torn between the urge to resist and the undeniable pull of desire.
“You’re such a little slut,” he growled, eyes blazing as he finally released my swollen nipple.
Standing, he unbuckled his belt, revealing his throbbing length. He taunted my nipples with the tip of his cock, smearing my breasts with his slick fluid, the sight only intensifying the raw, carnal tension between us.
My body betrayed me, responding with another rush of arousal, a helpless reaction to the overwhelming intensity of the moment.
With a chuckle, Bryan released the ropes binding my calves, his gaze lingering on my most intimate area.
“Looks like you can’t wait any longer,” he mocked.
Embarrassment flooded me, but before I could muster a retort, he lifted my legs and rested them on his arms. His tip pressed against my entrance, teasing for only a moment before he thrust deep inside me, his movements forceful and unrelenting.
My breath came in ragged gasps, the sensation overwhelming as he filled me completely, pushing me to the edge where reason and desire blurred into one.
