Chapter 4 I'll Remember You

Bryan's POV:

I gazed down at the trembling woman beneath me, my lips curling into a sneer.

"For someone in your position, serving me should be an honor. Do you understand?" I mocked, my voice dripping with disdain.

I deliberately tapped her delicate, tear-streaked face with my rigid member, a cruel laugh escaping my throat.

Her tears streamed faster, but her defiant eyes remained locked onto mine. That spark of resistance held some sort of charm that quelled my anger while fueling my hunger further.

Initially, I had wanted to use the most brutal means to scare this woman and others like her away. But now, I had a change of heart.

I was determined to make her submit beneath me, to force her to yield to my desires.

Grabbing her chin, I forced her lips to part.

"No... please, don't..." she whimpered, her soft hands weakly slapping against my legs as if she could fend me off. Her helpless moans only fanned the flames of my desire.

For the first time, I craved complete domination over a woman.

With a bigger smile on my face, I took hold of her jaw and gently placed my member against her smooth face. Her humiliating tears fell on my hand from her cheeks. I snorted and pressed my member to her lips.

The instant my skin touched her trembling mouth, a surge of pleasure coursed through me.

The softness of her lips, contrasting with the hardness of my arousal, only intensified my lust. The sticky fluid from the tip smeared her tightly shut lips, amplifying the illicit thrill.

With a sharp tug, I pried her mouth open and began to force my way inside.

My throat erupted in a low, pleasurable groan as the woman beneath me struggled even harder.

Her resistance simply made the contact between her lips and my member more intense, almost pushing me over the edge.

Just then, Hayley's voice-pleading for me to stop-abruptly ceased. The curtain behind me rustled as someone entered the room with an irritating air of leisure.

When I realized who it was, my face became serious.

It was Dominic Reeves. My brother.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked icily, my eyes narrowing in annoyance.

"I suggest you let her go," Dominic said.

His face remained stone cold, his voice as sharp as ice. "If you want to take her, wait until after the selection. You can drag her back with you then. Don't stir up trouble now, or we'll all face Father's fury."

That made me scowl in irritation. "Annoying," I mumbled and pushed the woman who was crying away.

"You're just a weaker werewolf than me," I mocked, as I nonchalantly pulled up my pants. "Why do you have the authority to stop me?"

My father had three sons, including me, and each of us bore the blood of the powerful Lycan lineage. Dominic's wolf had awakened last. Stronger than most, yes, but still not worth my time.

In our clan, where strength was law, someone like Dominic, who only lived to serve Father's whims, could never be my equal.

Despite my taunts, Dominic's face didn't shift. He replied calmly, "Stronger or not, you can't pretend Father's orders don't matter."

My mood darkened as I glared at him, my anger coiling, an urge rising in me to rip his throat out.

He was always so keen on licking Father's boots. If I killed this woman here, Dominic would blow it out of proportion and twist it to his advantage.

He'd take this moment and use it to worm his way into Father's favor, all while dragging me down. That, I could not allow.

Grinding my teeth, I hesitated. Then, begrudgingly, I flung the woman onto the couch.

She wasn't worth the headache.

The woman lay there trembling, tears streaming down her face, a thin trail of liquid clinging to the corner of her mouth. She reminded me of a small rabbit, broken and abused, helpless yet heartbreaking in her misery.

Desire burned in me again as my gaze roamed over her body.

Even curled up in fear, her body-her curves-stood out, tempting me in ways that only stirred my frustration further.

For a brief second, regret pricked at me. I should have taken her away earlier, but now the moment was lost, and I couldn't satisfy my needs.

No matter. She was still here, trapped in the palace. There'd be plenty of chances for me to torture her again.

With that thought, I allowed a slow smile to creep across my face. I tilted her chin, forcing her tear-streaked eyes to meet mine. "What's your name?" I asked, voice dripping with amusement.

"M-Makenna Dunn..." she whimpered, her words barely audible through her sobs.

"Makenna Dunn?"

I patted her cheek lightly, watching her flinch, the fear in her eyes like a flame feeding my growing amusement.

"I'll remember that," I said, my grin turning wicked. "But don't think you're safe. I'll come for you again."

I laughed, the sound filling the room, and with a sharp turn, strode out, leaving the sobbing woman behind.