?Chapter 271:


    “Ah…” Even with the wetness, it was difficult for me to amodate Bryan’s size. His size was overwhelming. Bryan watched my face, his eyes burning with jealousy.


    “Have you slept with Frank? Huh? Who’s better? Who’s bigger?”


    He was insane! I didn’t want to answer such a ridiculous question, but he gripped my face, forcing me to look into his eyes.


    “Look at me. Answer me!” he demanded, his voice sharp as he thrust even deeper.


    A moan slipped out despite myself. Bryan’s hand lightly pped my cheek, a smug grin spreading across his face.


    “You’re enjoying this too much. Guess I’m the better one.”


    I wanted to roll my eyes and call him shameless, but he silenced me with another hungry kiss. Leaning over me, Bryan’s pace quickened, each thrust driving me closer to the brink. My body felt like it was being folded in half, his strength and speed too intense. My legs were raised so high, they nearly touched my shoulders.


    “Mm… No… Slow down…” I whimpered, the angle allowing him to hit deeper, sending waves of sensation through me.


    My juices flowed uncontrobly, soaking the leather seat beneath us. His relentless assault left me breathless, my mind reeling as I finally shattered around him, my body convulsing in release.


    But Bryan wasn’t finished. He pulled me into his embrace, his voicezy as he murmured, “In the future, stay away from men like him. If you need this, juste to me.”


    His words ignited a fresh wave of anger in me. Need? What did he see me as? I wanted to curse him out, but before I could speak, he began moving inside me again…


    Makenna’s POV:


    I eventually lost consciousness during the overwhelming lovemaking. Upon waking, I found myself in the familiarfort of my bed. I shifted slightly and immediately felt the soreness and pain.


    Pervert. Lunatic. The words echoed in my mind as I clenched my jaw, recalling the chaotic scenes with Bryan from the night before. He had acted like a madman, tormenting me while endlessly demanding whether he or Frank was better.


    As these thoughts consumed me, I tried to get up, and something slipped from my pocket. Picking it up, I realized it was the token yton had given me. The sight of it sent my heart plummeting. Memories of yton’s anguished expression fromst night stabbed at me like knives, leaving me hollow and aching.


    With no enthusiasm, I washed up and went downstairs. Lily was already there, breakfast prepared, and she greeted me warmly as I entered the dining room.


    “Good morning, Makenna!”


    I managed only ackluster nod. “Morning.”


    Just as I was about to sit, a familiar voice made me pause.


    “Makenna, what’s wrong? Why do you look almost lifeless?”


    It was Alice. She was seated at the table, casually enjoying her meal. With a teasing smirk, she added, “What were you up tost night? Looks like you didn’t get any sleep at all. You’repletely washed out.”


    “Last night?” I muttered, my spirit sinking further. Just thinking about it made my chest tighten. Used by Dominic, despised by yton, vited by Bryan… none of those memories were ones I wanted to relive.


    I quickly steered the conversation away. “Why are you here? Aren’t you training today?”


    “Training?” Alice shook her head with a resigned look. “The hunt is just a few days away. We’ve paused training to pack and get ready to join the main force.”


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