?Chapter 392:


    “What’s got you so preupied?” he asked, his voice deep and resonant, like thunder rumbling in the distance.


    I quickly masked my turmoil with a forced smile, replying, “Just mulling over what I need to keep in mind during pregnancy.”


    Bryan’s sharp gaze cut through my pretense, his displeasure as clear as day. “Don’t y games with me. You’ve been miles away ever since yton showed up. Are you still hung up on him?” His voice was tinged with jealousy, a storm brewing in his words.


    “No,” I denied quickly, though my voice wavered as I scrambled to shift the topic. “I was just lost in thought about other matters.”


    Bryan’s frown deepened, his eyes locked onto my troubled face like a hawk honing in on its prey. Noticing that I had barely touched my meal, he suddenly rose from his seat, scooped me up with surprising ease, and made for the stairs.


    “Hey!” I eximed in shock. “What’s going on?”


    Bryan’s stern expression was a storm cloud, his words sharp and cold. “Since you seem uninterested in eating, I’ll feed you in a different way.”


    With that, he marched decisively toward the bedroom upstairs, each step echoing his determination.


    Makenna’s POV:


    Upon reaching his bedroom, Bryan quicklyid me on the bed. Before I could catch my breath, he loomed over me, his body pressing insistently against mine. The fire in his eyes was unmistakable, making me gulp nervously.


    “Bryan, I…”


    Before I could remind him of my condition, his eager kiss swallowed my words. His lips moved with fiery hunger against mine, while his hands roamed over my body, teasing my nipples as if trying to stir something deep within me.


    I attempted to push him away, panic tightening my chest. My pregnancy was evident, and I feared the potential harm our actions could bring. As his hand slid lower, removing my pants and reaching for my most intimate area, I shivered and blurted out, “Bryan, I’m pregnant!”


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    At the sound of my words, he halted. He pressed his lips softly against my ear, causing a shiver to race down my spine. In the next moment, his warm breath brushed against my ear as he whispered, “I know. If you weren’t carrying our child, I’d have taken you apart.”


    Despite his words, his hands continued to explore me, lingering over my most sensitive areas. The heightened sensitivity of my body since the pregnancy turned every touch into a jolt of sensation. I could feel the unmistakable dampness, a physical testament to his effect on me.


    My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as his fingers ventured deeper, causing my body to tighten instinctively around him. Bryan’s smirk was taunting as he teased, “You’re such a wanton creature.”


    I red at him, turning my head away in defiance. Seeing my reaction, a flicker of displeasure crossed his features. He added another finger, and then a third, deepening his exploration. A soft moan escaped me; I was unable to resist the rhythm he set. His fingers moved in shallow thrusts, eliciting a string of involuntary responses from me.


    “Ah… Ah…” Breathless and on the edge, I could feel the impending climax.


    “Ah… Ah…”


    With a few more deliberate thrusts of his fingers, I shatteredpletely. Warm waves of pleasure crashed through me, my body trembling as release spilled onto Bryan’s hand. The evidence of my climax dripped freely, leaving me convulsing and breathless.


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