Chapter 704
Chapter 704:
In the darkness, their faces were obscured, but their overwhelming presence was palpable, pushing me to my limits. The entrance of my vagina felt overstretched, losing its original fullness, nearly flattened.
“Argh… Hmm… I can’t take this anymore…” A shudder coursed through me as a wave of warmth built deep inside, as though I were melting.
“Really? Are you feeling uncomfortable?” Bryan’s voice was a soft whisper by my ear as he gently licked the corner of my eye. “Do you enjoy doing this with us?”
Gasping for air, I found myself unable to form a clear response. My silence seemed to provoke him, and he began thrusting even fiercer. A surge of pleasure overwhelmed me—the wet, rhythmic sounds from our bodies drowned out the haunted house’s eerie noises, growing increasingly lewd and loud.
Makenna’s POV:
When we left the haunted house, night had already fallen. My legs were still shaky, and the memory of what had happened inside left me feeling both angry and humiliated.
I shot Bryan and Clayton a fiery look. “This is on you two. What if we got caught?”
“We…” Their smirks said it all. They were clearly pleased with themselves.
My temper skyrocketed. I marched over and kicked both of them hard before storming away and climbing into the car parked outside the amusement park.
They got in the car after me.
Bryan leaned in, his hand reaching out as if to draw me closer, but before he could, I swatted it away with a sharp glare.
Bryan looked utterly lost for words as he tried to smooth things over. “Come on, don’t be upset. The whole park is actually owned by the Lycan royal family. We made sure the staff cleared out before we went in. Nobody saw anything, I swear.”
I turned to Clayton, still doubtful. “Is he telling the truth?”
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With a gentle nod and a calm smile, Clayton confirmed, “Absolutely. It was all clear. No need to worry.”
Clayton’s reassuring words made the tension in my chest ease. I let out a deep sigh, feeling as though a heavy burden had been lifted off me.
But the memory of everything that had happened in the haunted house crept back into my mind, leaving me flustered and slightly irritated. My cheeks continued to burn with embarrassment.
With a pout, I turned away from them and refused to talk. I gazed out the window, watching as the landscape blurred by, my thoughts wandering off into the distance.
I wasn’t sure how long I had been lost in thought, but all of a sudden, I was pulled back to reality.
Hmm? This was not the familiar route back to the palace.
With a frown, I asked, “Where are we headed?”
Clayton said in his calm and soothing voice, “I’ve booked a table at an amazing restaurant. They’ve got all your favorite dishes.”
I tightened my lips, still noticeably irritated, and responded sharply, “I want to go back. I’m really not in the mood for food right now.”
Clayton chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. “Why not have some dinner first, and then we’ll head back? We’ve been playing all day; you must be a bit hungry.”
Still pouting, I straightened my neck and stubbornly said, “I’m not hungry!”
Right on cue, my stomach betrayed me with a loud rumble.
Clayton stopped for a second, then laughed softly. He arched an eyebrow and teased in a playful tone, “Are you sure about that? Sounds like your stomach disagrees.”
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