Chapter 26:
Makenna’s POV
Tears streamed down my face, an unrelenting flood. I opened my mouth to call for help, but before I could even form a word, Bryan’s tongue invaded, silencing me.
His kiss wasn’t tender; it was a storm, a punishment wrapped in the guise of affection. He bit down on my lips and sucked on my tongue with such ferocity that I wondered if he was trying to consume me whole. I could barely breathe, his suffocation overwhelming me. I pushed against his shoulders with all the strength I could muster, desperate for him to release me.
It felt like an eternity before Bryan finally pulled back, his mercy arriving just as I was on the verge of passing out. I gasped, struggling to catch my breath, my head spinning. Then, without warning, I felt something cold and invasive sliding between my thighs.
It was Bryan’s hand.
Startled, I instinctively clamped my legs together, but in doing so, I trapped his hand between them. Under the harsh light of the incandescent lamp, his blue eyes gleamed with chilling ruthlessness. He sneered, prying my legs apart with a calm, aggressive force.
“Let’s see if my dear youngest brother has done his job,” he said, his voice dripping with malice.
His fingers toyed with my panties before yanking them aside. The next moment, he pinched my clit, sending a jolt of fear through me.
“Uh!” My voice trembled as I grabbed his wrist in terror. “No… Nothing happened between him and me.”
“Do you expect me to believe that?” Bryan scoffed. He seized both my wrists, pinning them above my head, pressing me against the wall. I was utterly helpless.
“Let me go!” I cried out, struggling frantically, my body trembling with fear.
But my desperation only seemed to amuse Bryan. He chuckled, a dark pleasure lighting up his face. “I enjoy watching you squirm in pain.”
Then, without warning, his finger slid inside me, pushing deeper. His cold touch explored me, pressing and twisting in ways that made my body betray me. Despite my resistance, I felt myself weaken, tears of shame rolling down my cheeks.
“Hmm?” Bryan’s expression shifted, surprise flickering across his face. He looked up, his voice filled with disbelief. “Clayton didn’t have his way with you?”
Humiliation burned through me, and I bit my lip. “No, he didn’t. Not like you. He would never force me.”
I remembered how Clayton had held me beneath him in his villa. Though he had been overwhelmed by his desire, he had managed to stop himself and let me go in the end. Clayton was nothing like Bryan, who was nothing more than a brute.
Bryan’s face twisted with mockery as he sneered, “That fool is all smoke and mirrors. Only a fool like you would think he is kind.”
Anger flared within me, and I shot back, “And who are you to judge him? You’re nothing but a violent, brutal monster.”
His expression darkened at my words. “Violent and brutal, huh?”
His sneer deepened, his voice turning icy, dripping with menace. “I’ll show you what real violence and brutality look like.”
Before I could react, he hoisted me over his shoulder like I was nothing, striding toward the bedroom.
“What are you doing? Are you insane? Put me down!” My heart pounded in my chest, panic rising as I pounded his shoulders.
But my screams fell on deaf ears. Bryan only quickened his pace, carrying me into the bedroom, where he tossed me onto the bed.
The room spun as I hit the mattress, and before I could regain my bearings, Bryan was on top of me, his body burning with feverish heat.
He bit down on my ear, his fingers trailing softly across my cheek. The tenderness of his touch was at odds with the darkness in his voice, a voice that could have come from the depths of hell.
“Makenna,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. “You’re about to see just how cruel and mad I can be.”
