?Chapter 448:


    “No…” I started to object, but Bryan didn’t give me a chance. His tone turnedzy, but there was a dangerous edge to his words. “Keep nagging, and I might just take you right here.”


    I swallowed my retort, too unnerved to push him further. “Fine. You can stay. But just sleep, Bryan. Nothing more.”


    “Yeah, yeah.” He waved me off. “I’m not some beast, thinking about sex all the time.”


    “You are a beast,” I mumbled under my breath.


    His eyes shed. In an instant, his hand was on my chin, tilting my face toward him.


    “What was that? Care to repeat?”


    “Nothing.” My heart thudded, and I quickly averted my eyes, biting back any furtherment.


    He softened, pressing a light kiss to my lips. “That’s my good girl.”


    But the unease tightened in my chest. Bryan had never just slept next to me without wanting more.


    He must have noticed the tension in my body because he chuckled. “It’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before. Why shy?”


    Heat crept up my neck, and I turned my face away. His teasing words only made me more self-conscious.


    His tone dropped, huskier now. “You know, you’re even more tempting when you act like this.”


    His hand drifted down my body, his fingers grazing my breast through the thin fabric of my nightgown. My nipple instantly hardened under his touch. I wanted to pull away, but fear rooted me in ce. Bryan’s moods were unpredictable, and defiance could ignite something in him I wasn’t ready to face.


    “Good girl.” His approval felt like a trap. He leaned in, kissing me again, his lips brushing mine with increasing intensity. The room thickened with an intimate heat as he pressed his body close to mine.


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    Before I could think, I felt his hard dick against my leg. Panic surged, and I pushed him away.


    “No! I really need to rest tonight.”


    Bryan’s lips found my ear, his voice a seductive rasp. “What? I can’t even kiss and cuddle you?”


    But his hands betrayed his words. They wandered further, slipping under my nightgown, brushing against my bare skin.


    “Bryan,” I whispered, but he ignored me, his hand moving further down my thigh, aiming for my most vulnerable ce.


    Just then, sharp, intrusive footsteps echoed outside the door. My body tensed in an instant.


    yton?


    I held my breath, silently pleading for the footsteps to fade. But they didn’t. They stopped right outside the door.


    My heart dropped.


    As the door creaked open, the face I least wanted to see appeared.


    Makenna’s POV:


    “What are you doing?” yton’s voice broke the silence as he walked in, his silhouette illuminated by the pale glow of moonlight. Our gazes locked, and my breath caught in my throat.


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