Page 32 of Sold to Her Enemy

“He’s a software developer. I have never seen them not fight.”

“You can’t bring me there. She hates me.”

“I know. And this is even sweeter. We will have photos together, and I can restore my reputation once and for all.”

I shake my head. This nightmare keeps getting worse. “You can’t force me to talk to the press.”

“Can’t I?” Adrian drags his finger along my slit. I moan low and breathy, rocking my hips toward his finger, asking for more.

“Isn’t it worse for your reputation to show up with me?”

“I’m thinking about how best to spin it, but what do you think, Mckenna? Maybe it’s a certain kind of justice. My father saved yours from a lifetime of struggle, and I saved you with my love from a lifetime of being tarnished. It has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”

I can’t believe this nightmare keeps getting worse.

“It’s time for bed. I am taking you shopping bright and early so I can make sure you are ready. You better not embarrass me, Mckenna. You’ll show up, and you’ll be polite, or things will go even worse for you.”

“You can’t.”

“Oh yes, I can,” Adrian rubs a finger along my clit, then slips his fingers deeper again. I’m going to come apart from this pressure, from the rough handling. “Try me.”

“This is not fair!” I scream, trying to keep the orgasm from pulling me under.

“This is what you signed up for. You’re such a needy slut that even when I talk about the crimes of your father, you want to come.”

“Damn you!” The burn and the friction are too much, all of it forcing me to tailspin into pleasure.

I struggle, trying to keep my body tight, trying to resist what his fingers are doing to me. He leans even closer, so our foreheads are almost touching.

“You’re going to come for me right now, hellion.”

I bite my lip and shake my head. “No.”

He pulls down my lip and grabs my jaw firmly. Sweat breaks out across my brow. Raw need and desire climb, burning me from the inside out. It’s been forever since I’ve felt desire like this, maybe never. I cry as a fresh wave of sensations lights across my skin, and I can’t help it. The orgasm breaks, pulling me under and shattering my resolve. My legs quiver with the force of syrupy waves of bliss. I let out a scream, panting.

This is so unfair, and there’s not a thing I can do about it. My body shudders, finally getting the release it so desperately needed.

“That’s what I wanted. Clean these for me.” He sticks his fingers in my mouth.

I gag.

“Relax, Mckenna.” He strokes my hair.

A shiver of shame, fiery red and hot, makes me mewl as I lap his digits with my tongue.

“Now we both need our beauty sleep. Come on.” He lifts my arm from the chair, and I walk beside him, feeling out of control of my body.

Upstairs, in his bedroom, he pushes me to the floor on a thin mattress.

“I’m a very light sleeper, Mckenna. I’ll hear you if you wake up. You’re not going to go anywhere either, are you?” He takes a soft ankle cuff and snaps it around my ankle.

It’s not uncomfortable. The satin rope gives me lots of stretch.

The mattress is surprisingly comfortable. I yawn.

“Get your sleep. You’re going to need it.”

Adrian throws a blanket around me. “Sweet dreams, Mckenna.”

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