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    “Ah!” A sharp pain shot through me, and I couldn’t help but cry out.


    “Makenna…” Bryan started, but before he could continue, Martin cut in with concern, saying, “Miss Dunn, are you—”


    Despite the difort, I managed a smile and nodded to calm Martin. “I’m okay, Martin. Stay still; you’re still injured.”


    To my surprise, my words seemed to infuriate Bryan. His expression turned grim, and he could barely contain his frustration.


    “Who is he?” His eyes narrowed as he stared at Martin. In a cold tone, he added, “I heard you caused a scene at the prison today over a male servant. Was it him?”


    Bryan’s probing filled me with anger. I shot him a fierce look and responded, “This is none of your business!”


    Bryan was clearly agitated by my response. He immediately moved closer and grabbed my chin roughly. His eyes burned with rage as he hissed through clenched teeth, “Do you realize whose woman you are?”


    I wrenched his hand away with force, my anger welling up. My eyes brimmed with tears as I yelled, “Definitely not yours! I loathe you!”


    This only fueled Bryan’s anger further. “Fine! I will make you see whether you are mine or not!”


    He scoffed coldly, lifted me over his shoulder despite my attempts to fight him off, and stormed out of the room.


    “You can’t just take her!” Martin attempted to stop him, but Bryan shot him a scornful look and kicked him brutally.


    “Who are you to try and stop me?”


    Martin fell to the floor, blood seeping through his bandages again. He was too frail to stand up.


    “Bryan! Let me go! You jerk!” I was furious as I thrashed on Bryan’s shoulder, but it was all in vain. He didn’t falter and carried me into an empty room next door.


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    The door mmed shut with a loud bang. He tossed me onto the hospital bed, leaned down, and bit my lips hard. It hurt.


    I pounded my fists against Bryan’s chest, rage burning through me. “Ugh… you monster…” But Bryan, relentless as a starved beast, ignored my pleas as he tore my clothes away. His kisses were savage, overpowering.


    “You should save your energy,” he taunted with a cruel smirk, “or you’ll be too weak to moanter.” He swiftly removed his pants, freeing his already hardened length.


    “Fuck off!” I screamed. “I don’t want this with you, you freak!”


    As I kicked wildly, Bryan forced himself between my legs. His body weighed heavily on mine, his kisses so fierce I could barely breathe. The memory of him with Evelynst night sickened me, fueling my desperation to escape.


    I almost broke free—my feet had just touched the floor—but he dragged me back onto the bed, pinning me down with brutal strength. I felt the rigid press of his penis against my entrance.


    Bryan seemed possessed. He skipped all forey, bending down to thrust into me forcefully. His engorged length entered me without resistance. The pain was excruciating; tears sprang to my eyes as I pushed against him, but he only thrust deeper.


    Annoyed by my resistance, he seized my wrists and pinned them above my head, leaving me utterly helpless. With my struggles subdued, he lowered his mouth to my breasts, licking and teasing my nipples until they stiffened. Then he took one into his mouth, sucking roughly.


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