Page 11 of Sold to Her Enemy

“Yes, Sir.” The words d my lips before I can stop them. I’m lost in the tide of this moment.

His sly smile makes me feel like caught prey. He’s won me, and I hate it.

My panties are so wet, I know they are sticking to my pussy while my juices are running down my legs.

The whiskey is tasteless as I lick it. There’s too much saliva in my mouth, clouded with the scent of leather from his shoe.

“Maybe you can obey after all. Now, the other one.”

I hate myself for the whimper that escapes my mouth as I shift to move over to his other shoe. He tips the rest of the glass, and the liquid lands by the laces.

I lick before I overthink it.

“Yes, just like that.” Adrian’s hand snakes through my hair, and he pulls, causing me to move closer to him. “Get my shoe cleaned before a drop of whiskey falls, or you’ll lick it from the floor.”

Damn him for making me feel this hot, for lighting me up with need. I feel a mental tug, like my mind trying to give way to the bliss I feel when I normally submit like this. But because it’s Adrian who is tugging my hair, I can’t let go completely.

I lick his shoe, trying to hold back the whimpers.

He drops my hair. “There, nice and clean. Maybe you can be good after all. You have two minutes to gather your things. Take those heels off.”

“It’s the only shoes I have!”

His slap against my cheek is so fast and quick that I reel back as the room spins.

Yes, I had said okay to face-slapping. Grabbing my cheek where he struck it, I regret it.

“Obey, Mckenna. Don’t talk back to me. I don’t care if you don’t have other shoes. I’m not taking the chance of you stabbing me with your heel.”

I glare at him because I hadn’t thought of stabbing him with my stiletto. My hand presses harder against my burning cheek.

“You tried to ruin my reputation. I am not taking chances.”

With a comment to a journalist, I might have made life hard for Adrian. But it doesn’t compare to how impossible he made my life when he took everything my father built away from my mother and me.

Adrian laughs and taps my other cheek. “Get going, Mckenna.”

Rising, I turn my back on him and glance around the room for anything I have left, but there is nothing besides my cardigan and bag.

I take my heels off and go to put them in my bag.

“Leave them. I’ll replace your cheap shoes.”

I drop them onto the dressing room floor and swallow back tears.

Adrian is the reason I wear cheap shoes, and he knows it.

“I will take that.” Adrian steps forward for my bag.

He loops his arm under mine. His touch scorches me, reminding my body of how needy it is for his touch. I bite the inside of my cheek as he guides me out the door.

I survived my family’s fall from grace, but I don’t know if I can survive a weekend with the architect who was behind that fall.

4 ADRIAN

Mckenna stumbles on her way out of Club Lust. I stop myself from putting my hand on the small of her back. She grabs the door frame and flinches.

I don’t know if it’s from the slightly cooler air outside or the fact that her reality is crashing down on her, but with her shoulders rounded, she crosses the threshold.

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