Page 14 of Sold to Her Enemy

“Tell me again who you belong to this weekend?”

“You.”

“That’s right. And what did I call you back in the dressing room?”

Her quick, indrawn breath makes my cock throb against my zipper.

“Shoe licker.”

“And what did I call you in the car?”

Her eyes meet mine, and her lips turn up in a sneer.

I grab her shoulder and apply pressure until she meets my gaze. “Answer me.”

“Cockwarmer.”

“Tell me what that makes you.”

She closes her eyes and shakes her head back and forth.

“Say it, Mckenna. Tell me what you’ve served me tonight as, nice and slow..”

“Your shoe licking cockwarmer,” her tone rises on the word and I hide my grin.

“You forgot the Sir.” I slap her thigh, and the sound of my palm meeting her flesh is one I can become addicted to.

The angry blaze in her eyes could set a lesser man on fire.

“Your shoe licker cockwarmer, Sir.”

“That’s right, you needy slut.”

I turn on my heel and walk through my hinge door. From the garage, the space opens to a long hallway. To the left is the kitchen/dining room. To the right is the room I use for entertaining, and the staircase leads upstairs to the bedrooms. The house smells of roasting meat and delicious vegetables.

I had asked my personal chef to prepare a meal because my plan was to come home with whatever girl I won at the auction, give her dinner, have a little hot tub fun, some light play, and hopefully, great sex, followed by morning sex.

I was going to take the girl shopping for something to wear for Ava’s engagement party tomorrow night, and then we’d play more before I took her out, finishing up a great weekend.

My jaw locks. I’m almost angry at my ruined plan. Mckenna stands with her arms crossed over her chest, staring at a modern art piece I have on the wall. The piece depicts birds in flight.

“You haven’t thanked me.” My words are cold. I run other possibilities through my mind, knowing I can’t be a complete monster. As angry as I am with Mckenna, she is still my responsibility.

I’m not going to do anything that affects my reputation. The repair I had to do took a lot of resources, and I want to keep my Club Lust membership open.

“For what?”

“For buying you. 500k will help rescue a lot of horses.”

Her head snaps back as if I’ve slapped her.

Striding over to the fridge, I take out a bottle of sparkling water and pour two glasses. Glancing at the time, I figure it’s been hours since Mckenna has eaten. I ignore the dinner set in the trays and take out my pre-made protein smoothie. I drink it every morning after my workout.

Suddenly recalling that Mckenna dislikes cherries, I take out my cherry-flavored protein powder from the pantry and add it to the smoothie. I pour about half a cup of the liquid into a ceramic bowl.

Mckenna is staring at me from the doorway of the kitchen, still frozen.

I ignore her and fill myself a plate of the feast that’s been prepared for me. Taking both dishes, I go into the dining room.

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