Chapter 25:
Makenna’s POV
The grip around my waist was like a vice, unyielding. The person leaned in close, his breath a hot whisper against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. His voice, deep and rough, was barely more than a murmur.
“What brings you back so soon?”
The voice sent a chill through me, freezing the blood in my veins. Why was Bryan here?
I stayed silent, and Bryan chuckled, a low, menacing sound. He kept whispering, his tone dripping with mockery.
“Did my younger brother toss you aside because you couldn’t keep up? No surprise there. Your oral sex skills were awful that night. But look, I’m the only one who tolerates you.”
“Shut up!” Shame and fury warred within me. As the initial fear started to wear off, I thrashed in his grasp. “Let go of me! Why are you even in my house?”
“Your house?” Bryan sneered, his grip tightening on my wrist as he pulled me closer. “In the palace, there’s nowhere I can’t go.”
“What do you want from me?”
I was shaking with anger, struggling to break free, but he was too strong. It was useless.
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
In the darkness, Bryan’s lips, warm and unwanted, brushed against my ear. I recoiled instinctively, but it was no use. In a swift motion, he yanked the blanket off me. The cold air bit at my skin, making me shiver.
“Don’t worry,” he said, his hand wandering over my waist, his voice oozing with a sinister mix of desire and cruelty. “You’ll be warm soon enough.”
He flicked on the light suddenly, and I squinted against the harsh brightness.
After a few seconds, my eyes adjusted. Bryan was staring at me, his gaze locked on my body.
My heart skipped a beat.
Damn it! I was still wearing that damned lingerie.
“Stop staring at me!” I cried out, moving to cover myself. But Bryan was faster. He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him. Tears of fear welled up in my eyes.
Why couldn’t this bastard leave me alone?
The hunger in Bryan’s blue eyes terrified me. His gaze never wavered as he gently stroked my cheeks. He sighed, “You are so beautiful…”
But then his tone shifted, turning sharp and angry. “Dressed up like this for someone else? That pisses me off. Tell me, how should I punish you tonight?”
Hearing his words, I felt shame and anger flare within me, and I glared at him. “What I wear is none of your business.”
Bryan’s sneer deepened, and he tightened his grip on my chin, making pain shoot through my face. Tears spilled over, but I refused to look away.
His smile grew colder, and with his free hand, he cruelly pinched my chest. His voice was harsh. “You belong to me. So it is my business.”
With those words, he dug his nails into my skin, twisting cruelly. “Has Clayton touched you here?”
The pain was excruciating, spreading from my cheeks to my chest, especially where he pinched. Bryan showed no mercy, and I could feel the marks he left on my skin.
The agony brought tears to my eyes, but I couldn’t find the words to fight back. He was a Lycan prince. If he wanted to punish or even kill me, he could do it with the flick of a wrist.
My life held no value here.
Seeing my silence, Bryan’s smile grew even more wicked.
As if pinching my chest wasn’t enough, he tore the fabric from my body. The cold air hit me, and my breasts were exposed in an instant.
