Chapter 69:
Makenna’s POV:
“I have countless eyes in your house. I’ve seen every side of you.” Bryan’s voice became husky with desire. I couldn’t help but shiver. I almost screamed. That psycho had been watching me the entire time. What kind of twisted mind did he have?
Before I could even react, Bryan pinched my neck. His voice turned icy.
“Makenna, you can only be my sex slave. If I see you with another man again, I won’t spare you.”
I could barely breathe, his grip tightening, nearly strangling me. Was this lunatic trying to kill me? My lungs screamed for air as the world around me began to darken. Then, just as suddenly, Bryan’s hand released, and I crumpled to the floor, gasping, my breaths coming in ragged, desperate gulps.
“I don’t plan on killing you just yet,” his voice dripped with malice, like a demon from the depths. “Not when I’m still enjoying the game.”
What a twisted monster!
Struggling to steady my breath, I glared up at Bryan, hatred burning in my eyes.
“How dare you look at me like that?” Bryan snarled, hauling me to my feet. His tone was colder than ice. “You didn’t look at Clayton like that. Seems you haven’t learned your lesson.”
In one swift motion, he lifted me like I weighed nothing and carried me toward my bedroom. He threw me onto the bed as if I were nothing more than a rag doll.
Standing over me, he began unbuckling his belt, his eyes locked onto mine. “You brought this on yourself, Makenna.”
“What do you think you’re doing? Get out! Leave me alone!”
Fear twisted in my gut. I tried to scoot back on the bed, but his iron grip closed around my ankles, pulling me back into his reach.
“Don’t even think about running.”
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He grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head up to meet his gaze.
With a sneer, he mocked, “What’s the matter? You’re all smiles with Clayton, but you turn into a scared little rabbit when you see me, huh?”
“No…” I couldn’t stop the tremors that racked my body. I wanted to escape, but I was trapped.
Bryan snorted, his muscular form looming over me like a predator over its prey.
He ripped away my clothes with brutal efficiency. In a blink, I was lying naked beneath him, completely exposed.
He pressed himself against me, his arousal unmistakable. His hands roamed over my body, his eyes dark with intent.
I couldn’t stop the words from spilling out, pleading for mercy. “Please… Don’t do this… Let me—Argh!”
The pain tore through me before I could finish begging. He shoved himself inside me with no warning, no care, thrusting so deep it felt like he was tearing me apart.
I couldn’t help but groan in pain, tears streaming down my face, nearly silencing me with their intensity. The pain was excruciating.
“Do you know what you’ve done wrong? Consider this a lesson.” Bryan’s voice was as cold as ice, cutting through my anguish.
He pressed into me harshly, his gaze narrowing as he noticed my tears. A twisted smile curled his lips. He leaned in, licking the salty trails from my cheeks.
“Stop crying. This is just the beginning.”
With no hint of gentleness, he moved harder, his lips trailing from my cheeks to my neck, then down to my breasts, biting at my sensitive skin. When he finally latched onto my nipple, his rough suction sent a fresh wave of pain through me, nearly driving me to the edge of unconsciousness.
There was no foreplay to ease the tension; my body was unprepared, and the friction was unbearable. But Bryan didn’t seem to care, relentlessly moving back and forth as if oblivious to my suffering. I felt like I could tear apart at any moment.
I lifted my head in a desperate attempt to push him away, my hands pressing against his chest as I struggled to break free from the torment.
“Let go! It hurts! Stop!” I pleaded, my voice breaking with pain.
But Bryan only tightened his grip, his fingers wrapping around my wrists as a sharp pain shot through my scalp. He yanked my hair, pressing me firmly against the bed.
“Listen carefully.”
His gaze darkened, a storm brewing in his blue eyes. “You belong to me. Do you understand?”
The pain blurred my thoughts, and though I barely comprehended his words, I nodded instinctively.
This seemed to satisfy him, and his touch softened ever so slightly.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmured, kissing me roughly as his hand trailed down my body, stopping on my most sensitive spot.
“As long as you behave, I’ll make you enjoy it.” He chuckled darkly, his fingers teasing me in a way that sent shivers down my spine. I trembled, the sharp edges of pain beginning to dull, replaced by an unsettling mix of pleasure.
The agony slowly ebbed away, and I felt my body start to relax. Pleasure crept in, catching me off guard. But just as I began to succumb to it, Bryan pinched my clit sharply.
“Hmm… Ouch!” I cried out, the sudden surge of sensation overwhelming.
“You’re already so wet,” he remarked with a smug grin, showing me his slick fingers. “See? I barely touched you, and look at you.”
A wave of shame washed over me, undeniable even without his taunts.
The tearing pain had receded, leaving behind a dull ache. The increased ease with which he moved was palpable, and Bryan began to thrust harder. All I could do was endure, each motion sending a jumble of sensations through me.
I lost track of how many times he thrust into me. When he pushed deeper, a sharp twist of pleasure and pain coursed through me, and before I knew it, I was trembling uncontrollably, lost in a haze of sensation.
Bryan paused, forcing me to look at him as he chuckled. “You’re so snug and wet. Do you like it?”
I was too breathless to respond, still reeling from the intensity. My body felt numb, aching in ways I couldn’t describe. I twisted beneath him, unable to form words.
Bryan’s laughter echoed around us, satisfied, though his need was far from sated.
He repositioned me, forcing me onto my knees with my back to him before resuming his relentless pace.
