?Chapter 270:


    I nced at him, taking the tissue and wiping my tears as I muttered, “Nothing.”


    Bryan’s next words caught me off guard. “You’re not still thinking about Frank, are you?”


    I froze. What did Frank have to do with any of this? I’d have to be out of my mind to think about him! Yet Bryan’s tone dripped with sarcasm. “I had no idea you and Frank had something going on before you came to the pce. It seems when I met you and Frank in the garden on your first day here, I was interrupting some secret rendezvous.”


    His ridiculous assumption only worsened my mood. Anyone with eyes could see that Frank and I were like oil and water. I’d sooner wish him dead than meet him in secret. Unable to endure the misunderstanding any longer, I snapped, “Think whatever you like, just stop the car. I want out!”


    I tried to yank open the car door, hoping to force it to stop, but Bryan quickly seized my hand. Anger contorted his face as he growled, “Are you really fixated on Frank? He doesn’t seem like a good guy!”


    I sneered, “You’re no better.”


    “Really? Then let me show you just how bad I can be.”


    Bryan’s voice was sharp as he loomed over me, his lips crashing down on mine, silencing my protest.


    Makenna’s POV:


    Inside the car, the driver tactfully left, leaving Bryan and me alone in the cramped, suffocating space. I found myself trapped in his arms, my wrists pinned as he gripped my chin, his lips crashing against mine with a fervor I couldn’t escape.


    “Mmm!” I struggled helplessly against the hard wall of his chest, but I was no match for his strength. His tongue invaded my mouth, iming every corner, only releasing me when I was on the brink of suffocation.


    Gasping for air, I covered my mouth, tears brimming in my eyes as I spat out, “You’re sick, you bastard…”


    My curses and the fury in my voice only seemed to darken Bryan’s gaze. His voice came out low and hoarse. “Why do you care so much about Frank? It makes you look desperate.”


    Frank? I didn’t care about Frank! Just as I opened my mouth to retort, Bryan silenced me again with another searing kiss. Perhaps fearing my resistance, he unfastened his belt and used it to bind my hands together.


    “Be good.” His whisperedmand slithered into my ears as he began undressing me, his lips trailing across my skin with a hunger that made me burn with both rage and shame.


    I tried to kick him away, but the narrow confines of the car rendered me powerless. He caught my legs effortlessly, lifting them onto his shoulders. With a throw pillow shoved under my back, he spread me wide open, leaving mepletely exposed.


    “Get off me! Get off!” I cried, shame consuming me as I struggled against his hold.


    But his hands pressed me down firmly, unyielding. Hisrge palm roughly squeezed my breast, my flesh spilling through his fingers. The sensation was unbearable, a humiliating mixture of anger, shame, and an unwee heat stirring within me.


    As he toyed with my breasts, Bryan’s gaze slid downward, his fingers slipping between my thighs, probing the wetness that betrayed my body against my will.


    “You’re already soaked. You clearly want this,” he mocked, his toneced with cruel amusement that made me burn with both anger and embarrassment. I mped my mouth shut, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response.


    Bryan chuckled softly, a sound that sent chills down my spine. He had already removed his pants, his hard length pressing insistently against my entrance as he slowly pushed inside.


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