Chapter 8:
Makenna’s POV
With an aura as sharp as a blade, Bryan’s glare cut through the tension as he demanded, “What are you after, Frank?”
“Prince Bryan? What brings you here, Your Highness?” Frank’s shock was palpable.
“Why?” Bryan’s sneer was colder than winter’s breath. “Do I need to send you a memo about my whereabouts? Now, answer me—what exactly were you trying to pull earlier?”
Frank trembled like a leaf in a storm, his courage evaporating. He pointed at me with a shaking hand, desperation lacing his voice. “It’s her fault! That woman tried to escape; I was just trying to stop her!”
Bryan’s icy gaze shifted to me, as if he would end my existence the moment I attempted to flee.
My heart clenched, but I forced myself to remain calm. “I’m just taking a walk,” I explained, my voice steady. “The servants mentioned we were allowed to visit the back garden.”
I turned my gaze back to Frank, my resolve hardening. “And you—what business do you have lingering in the palace so late? Trying to harass one of the prince’s chosen women? Are you looking to humiliate the princes?”
“Makenna Dunn, you!” Frank sputtered, his face flushing with fury. He hadn’t expected me to strike back so boldly.
But Bryan wasn’t interested in hearing his excuses. He kicked Frank with a force that sent him sprawling. “Get lost! Or I’ll finish you off right here.”
Frank let out a yelp of pain as he hit the ground, his pride shattered. He scrambled to his feet, humiliated, and limped away, barely holding back tears.
As I watched his pathetic retreat, a wave of bitter regret washed over me. How could I have been so blind to love such a coward? I had given him my trust without question.
“How dare you cast your eyes on another man!”
L𝗎tєѕτ ϲh𝒶ρτєrs ιn g𝓪l𝗇ovєl𝑆.𝒸оm
Bryan’s hand snapped to my chin, his grip like iron.
“Ouch!” The pain jerked me out of my reverie. When I looked up, his gaze bored into mine, brutal and unforgiving. A shiver ran down my spine.
A dark, predatory smile curled Bryan’s lips, his eyes glinting with an insatiable hunger. “I didn’t expect to see you again, so I didn’t get to enjoy you properly earlier. This time, there’s no escape.”
Panic gripped my heart as the memory of our last encounter resurfaced. My voice trembled as I tried to plead, “Prince Bryan—”
But he gave me no chance to continue. His hand tightened on my chin, and before I could react, his lips crushed against mine with violent hunger.
“Hmm… Hmm?” I whimpered, struggling against him, but Bryan’s strength was overwhelming. His grip on me was unyielding, and my efforts to break free were futile.
A cruel glint danced in his eyes as he bit down on my lips, forcing them apart. His tongue invaded my mouth, a rough, unwelcome intrusion.
Fear pulsed through me, and I fought desperately, but Bryan was relentless. His arm snaked around my waist, pulling me close while his other hand slipped under the hem of my blouse, pinching my chest with possessive greed.
“I was planning to pinch them this way earlier today,” he said, finally releasing my lips. His breath was hot against my ear as he whispered, each word a twisted spell, “They feel as good as I imagined. I love them.”
His breath against my sensitive ear made my legs weak. I nearly crumpled to the ground, but Bryan held me up, his laughter low and sinister.
With a swift motion, he lifted the hem of my blouse, his tongue trailing down to my chest, where he began to taste me with a possessive hunger.
The sound of his sucking and the humiliation of being violated in the open made me tremble uncontrollably. I could only plead with him. “Your Highness, not here… Please, have mercy on me…”
But Bryan was a twisted soul, paying no mind to the surroundings. He didn’t stop his assault, his mouth on my skin, while his erection pressed against me, rubbing between my thighs.
“Can you feel how big it is?” His voice was taunting as he glanced up from my chest, one eyebrow arched.
I bit my lip, refusing to answer his humiliating question.
Bryan laughed, a sound devoid of any warmth. “You should feel honored to be touched by me. Just wait; I’m going to take you right here, right now.”
With that, he lifted my blouse and skirt, tearing through the fabric as if it were tissue paper. His hands didn’t stop until even my underwear was reduced to shreds.
“Argh!” I gasped, the cold air raising goosebumps on my exposed skin. I tried to scream, but I was too overwhelmed to know where to start.
Bryan’s laughter echoed in the space—wild and unhinged.
He yanked off my bra, stuffing it into my mouth to silence my protests. His voice dropped to a husky whisper, filled with dark promise. “Savor this, babe.”
