FreeNovelIn the dim light, Bryson stared down at her, his smile completely disappearing.
He pointed the gun at her face, tracing its outline slowly.
Tilting his head, he said, "Every tyou callthat, it feels Like you're seeing someone else in me.
Hannah, unable to move away from his grip on her chin, was forced to look up at him.
In the moonlight, his expression was unreadable, but she felt something off about him tonight.
Since the party started, he had been acting strange.
Now, he seemed like a wild animal, radiating danger and annoyance.
Aware of his powerful position, Hannah tried to speak calmly.
"If you're upset about what happened today, letexplain.
"1 "What's there to explain?" Bryson's voice was rough as he leaned closer, his eyes shining in the darkness.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe caressed her lips.
"Your fiance is here too.
Maybe you should think about what you'll say to him tomorrow.
" "Bryson..." Hannah called out softly.
She paused and gently squeezed his shoulders.
"You know it's not true.
You are the only man I care about.
Hannah stared into his eyes.
"What on earth do I need to do to make you trust me?" A gust of wind blew through the window and rustled the curtains.
Bryson finally moved.
He tossed the gun aside, grabbed Hannah by the nape, and ki*sed her passionately. Only by having her in his arms could he feel that she truly belonged to him.
His ki*s was so fierce that Hannah began to struggle.
She clutched his arms and pleaded against his lips.
"Wait... Please... Be gentle, please.
But her words only spurred him on.
Bryson leaned over and bit hear earlobe, all while his fingers traveled down her chest. "This is just the beginning.
"You... Stop it!" Hannah angled her head to the side and took in a deep breath.
Her eyes were still glassy from the ki*s.
In one swift motion, Bryson grabbed her delicate ankles and pinned her in place.
He always knew what to do to make her surrender.
He gently turned Hannah over.
The minutes passed, and her legs were already shaking.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmStill, Bryson didn't stop.
Hannah could tell that he wasn't letting her go tonight.
She blacked out more than once, and the next tshe woke up, she tried to speak despite her dry throat. "Enough... Bryson... Bryson Mitchell!" Bryson gripped her waist and looked into her dazed eyes.
He traced a finger down her flushed cheek and grinned at her.
"Almost there.
He lifted her from the bed.
Their bodies were covered in sweat, and her hair was clinging to her head. She slumped against his chest, barely feeling her limbs.
It was then that she saw blood seeping into the gauze on Bryson's shoulder But she couldn't even utter another word.
She was so weak that even her fingers were trembling.
She had no choice but to let him do what he wanted with her.
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