Page 103 of Sold to Her Enemy

I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t know. Not that long after MM Industries ceased to exist. I like her a lot.”

Mckenna smiles. “Yeah, she’s great.”

Grace is a stern taskmaster and the only person who has ever told off my sister.

“She and Brett had an amicable divorce from what I hear, and I think she’s ended up in Oregon.”

“She talked about that a lot,” Mckenna murmurs. “I need to stop thinking about the past.”

“I want you to think of the future,” My pulse races and I feel like a nervous schoolboy.

“I know,” Mckenna’s green gaze drifts to mine and my heart leaps.

“Our contract obligations are over tonight. I hope you’ve enjoyed our time together. Even if it’s been painful,” I smirk.

“I’ve liked everything you’ve done to me. I know that’s twisted.” She chews her lip, her eyes downcast.

The need to soothe her is so strong, I can’t resist it. “No, Mckenna. When you let go in your submission, it’s beautiful. Don’t think there is anything wrong with it. I think you liked it so much because, in the back of your mind, you knew you were safe with me.”

“Maybe,” she glances out the window. “Or maybe I just wanted you to hurt me, to turn my brain off.”

I cup her cheek in my palm. “Did it work?”

“Yes, until I thought about the past.”

My hand slides down her breast, over her flat stomach, to her waist. She spreads her legs without me even asking. “Good girl, hellion.”

“Please!!”

“Love hearing you ask for it.” My cock is as hard as iron. I brush my fingers along her folds, dipping against her clit. She’s so sweet. I bring my other hand up the path of her body to her neck.

“Open.”

“Yes, Sir,” she parts her lips, and I shove my fingers into her mouth. Her lips around my digits are soft and she’s gorgeous as she hollows her cheeks, taking my fingers further into her mouth.

“Mckenna, I want to make you suffer so much that you don’t ever think about the past.” She clamps her lips over my knuckles. “I’m going to have my way with you one last time.” I pull my fingers out of her mouth.

“I don’t want to think about it anymore,” she whines.

“Then don’t think, hellion,” I swipe my fingers back down between her breasts, rolling her nipple between my fingers.

Her eyes close and her soft breathy sounds are the best music. I give her other nipple the same treatment before brushing my fingertips over her stomach, back to her pussy.

I finger fuck her, hard and fast, my fingers quickly becoming slippery, coated with her juices. Through her sundress, I see her nipples peak.

“Grab your nipple.” Her fingers grasp her nipple through her dress. “Squeeze it for me, more. Even more.”

She whimpers and squirms, grasping her nipple firmly. The sight of her eyes wide, her breathing hollow, is delicious. Her pussy tightens like a vise around my fingers. “Very good. You please me so much, Mckenna. Are you needy enough to come right now?”

The car turns onto my street, and Mckenna rolls into my body. I stroke her tongue in the same rhythm as my fingers and feel her clench down. I notice her fingers have stopped squeezing her nipple, but I let it go because I know she is close. I want her surrender.

I want her to remember the power I can wield over her and how much she likes it.

If she leaves me tonight, I want her to think about this moment.

The way her eyes dilate and her pussy tightens on my hand tells me that she is so close.

I brush my lips against her temple. “I want you to want it so much that you beg for it.”

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