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Ah, that’s not what I meant.

“All of it, my dish-washing slut.”

Using her hair as a handle, I tug it and press her face into the middle of the plate. She chokes out a sob. The sound makes me so hard, I could bust a nut right here.

She sniffles and whimpers, but after a moment, her whole body relaxes, her breathing turns heavy.

This really is her kink.

I hide my smile as I drag my foot across her calves.

She shudders, and damn, I swear the air is even more perfumed by her arousal.

“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” I drop her hair and I even pick up her bowl and my plate, leaving it on the table for my staff.

She leans forward as if she’s a rag-doll like she’s so aroused that all the tension has left her body.

“Upstairs, Mckenna. You need a shower. I don’t know where you have been, but I’m not touching you further until I’ve inspected every part of your body.”

I press my foot along her back.

She scrambles to her feet. “Yes, Sir.”

My blood heats. I can’t wait to torment her tonight.

5 MCKENNA

Adrian presses his hand to the small of my back, not in an affectionate way but as if I am something to be dragged along, and ushers me up the wide glass staircase. The modern house surprises me. The home in Boston is old and stuffy, with vintage everything. This place was as far from that as one can get.

With every step I take, my stomach sinks to the floor, the smoothie rises in my throat, and my stomach burns with acid.

And I curse my body, because at the same time, my pussy is throbbing. My nipples are screaming for his touch.

He stops suddenly at the top of the stairs and brushes his fingers along my arms.

“You will go clean yourself, hellion. Make sure every speck of your body is clean and every place that has hair is hairless because I am going to use every part of you.”

He leads me into a vast marble bathroom at the end of the hall.

“Strip.” He raises a cool eyebrow.

I have no choice, and I want to get this over with as soon as possible. I take off the camisole and stand before him, my eyes downcast.

I don’t want to see his expression.

“Your breasts are decent. Not too small. I can’t wait to see them with clamps on,” Adrian says dryly.

I bite my lip, holding back a retort, and shimmy out of my panties.

Adrian crooks his finger, and I put the bit of lace in his hand.

“They stink like you do, Mckenna. Open your mouth.”

His look tells me I better or else, so with my stomach on the floor, I do. He takes a step and shoves my panties into my mouth.

A blaze of heat vibrates through my body, my pussy clenches air and I moan over the fabric, the cloth uncomfortable in my mouth.

“Wait here,” he smirks.

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