Chapter 3 I Will Take You Right Here

Makenna's POV:

A chill coursed down my spine as Bryan stormed toward us, his presence brimming with a dangerous intensity. What was he planning to do?

Cold sweat ran down my back, and I instinctively held my breath, terrified that even the faintest sound might draw his attention.

His voice, sharp and biting, sliced through the air like a blade. "Get out of my sight!"

Almost immediately, I heard a stifled cry from Hayley. From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Bryan kicking her aside without hesitation, as if she were nothing more than an obstacle in his path. He approached us, his footsteps heavy with ruthless determination.

His brutality was beyond anything I had imagined. I shivered, holding my breath in terror.

Bryan stopped in front of us, his gaze sweeping over the group with a predatory glint. With cold contempt, he spat out, "A bunch of worthless insects, thinking you're fit to be my women? Since Father insists I choose a sex slave, I'll just kill you wenches."

Quiet sobs escaped from a few in the crowd, and I could feel my body trembling more violently than before, helplessly praying that fate wouldn't single me out.

But it seemed my silent pleas fell on deaf ears. In the next breath, I saw a pair of polished black leather shoes in front of me.

My mind went blank. Before I could make sense of anything, his fingers gripped my chin with iron force.

I swallowed the scream rising in my throat, forced to meet those cold, piercing blue eyes.

Panicked, I widened my eyes, but Bryan only let out a dark, mocking laugh. His gaze roamed over me with a mixture of cruelty and amusement. He squeezed my chest with a possessive, dismissive touch. "Nice shape. I'll take this one."

Pain shot through me as I cried out, trying to twist away from him, but Bryan left no room for protest. In one swift motion, he hoisted me onto his shoulder and carried me toward the beaded curtain at the back of the hall.

"No!" I shrieked in sheer terror, thrashing in his grip. "Let me go! What are you going to do?"

With a forceful toss, Bryan flung me onto the couch behind the curtain. When I looked up, his eyes were colder and more violent than ever.

"What do you think I'm going to do?"

Bryan stood there, towering over me like a predator ready to devour its prey. His smirk held no warmth, only a chilling promise. "I'm going to take you right here where everyone can hear, so those women out there know what it means to be mine."

My heart pounded in my chest, my fear surging to unbearable heights. Trembling uncontrollably, I begged, "No, please... spare me. I beg you... have mercy. I'm innocent..."

Before I could finish, a sharp, searing pain tore through my chest.

Bryan had sunk his teeth into my nipple, his bite brutal and without mercy.

"Ahh!" I screamed in agony, my body jerking as I tried to push him away. "It hurts! Please, stop!"

But the physical pain was nothing compared to the humiliation clawing at my soul.

Through the beaded curtain, I knew they could hear my cries—maybe even catch glimpses of my degradation. Bryan had made me a spectacle for them, a display of his power.

"You can't do this! Your Highness!" Hayley's voice came from outside the curtain, pleading and desperate. "The king will be furious if he finds out!"

"What? Isn't it enough that I'm following his orders, bedding these women?" Bryan sneered, his fingers digging into my hips with a painful grip. His voice was sharp with irritation. "Since my father insists I lie with these lowly creatures, I'll do what he wants. Whether they live through it or not, I couldn't care less."

A cruel laugh rumbled in his throat as he lowered his head and bit into my shoulder, hard.

"Argh!" I cried out, the pain from his bite radiating through my entire body. My tortured screams echoed in the hall.

But Bryan wasn't done. He yanked my hair, forcing my head down toward his crotch.

My stomach twisted in horror as I watched him unzip his pants, revealing his hardened member, pushing my face closer.

In that moment, the sickening reality hit me like a freight train.

He was going to humiliate me—right here, in front of everyone. What a crazy person!

I fought desperately.