?Chapter 285:
“How did you get in here?” I demanded.
I had just been facing off with Frank at the door, and I was positive the room had been empty. Yet, here Bryan was, lounging on my bed like he’d been there all along.
“There,” he pointedzily at the window, a smirk tugging at his lips. “It’s only two floors up. Easy climb.”
I clenched my fists, irritation bubbling up. “And you think it’s perfectly normal to sneak in through the window? You’re a Lycan prince, for crying out loud. Isn’t this beneath you?”
“Maybe,” he said, shrugging,pletely unfazed, “but I’d rather avoid getting hit with a kettle.”
My gaze dropped to the kettle still clutched in my hand, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.
Great, he must’ve seen me smack Frank with it earlier.
“Did you see all of that?” I muttered, half-embarrassed, half-annoyed.
He nodded, his grin widening. “You were pretty fierce.”
I let out an exasperated sigh, setting the kettle down and dragging myself toward the bed. Exhaustion was hitting me hard, and thest thing I wanted was to deal with Bryan’s antics.
“Alright, you’ve had your fun. Now, get out. I need to sleep.”
But instead of leaving, Bryan reached out and pulled me into his arms.
He shed a smile. “Aren’t you curious why I didn’t step in to help?”
Sitting on hisp felt awkward and unnatural. I tried to squirm free, but his hold was firm.
“Why?” I sighed, finally ceasing my struggles. “So you could enjoy the spectacle? Watch me humiliate myself?”
“Not exactly,” he murmured, his fingertips tracing a featherlight path along my cheek that made me shiver despite myself. His voice dropped to a cial whisper. “I needed to test your loyalty. Betray me—even consider cheating—and I’ll kill you.”
Before I could respond, his mouth crushed against mine, stealing my breath. Shock melted into fury as I wrenched my face away in disgust, palms mming against his chest with all my strength. To my astonishment, Bryan actually let go.
Was he showing mercy today?
The thought barely had time to form before he propelled me backward, his body caging me against the mattress. Those crimson, hunger-darkened eyes sent fear coiling through my stomach, but I clenched my jaw against it. My hands rose to push him away again.
“Get off me! I just want to sleep!” I writhed and cried out, but his hands were already destroying my pajamas like tissue paper. Fabric hit the floor in a crumpled heap, and then he was inside me—no tenderness, no pretense of love. Just brutal need as he forced his thick erection into my unprepared body.
“Bryan—” I gasped at the sting, my tight dryness resisting the intrusion. He ignored me, one hand vise-gripping my chin.
“You can’t imagine how I’ve missed this,” he growled against my throat, his free hand roughly groping my breasts.
Iy motionless, enduring each clinical thrust. In. Out. Relentless and deep. My resistance dissolved into helpless eptance as my traitorous body responded, slick heat only encouraging the bastard. The obscene p of skin on skin filled the room.
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