Page 34 of Sold to Her Enemy

“I know we’re having dinner at your parents’ house tomorrow.”

“I know. My mom wanted to have it on Sunday, but your sister has a performance.”

“Yeah, she always gets in the way of the best plans,” I smiled at her, wanting to reach out and taste her lips covered in a sparkly gold gloss.

“Guess that’s the fun of having a younger sister,” Mckenna kept looking everywhere and I placed a hand on her shoulder.

She jumped. “Adrian?”

“Do you want to go to prom with me?”

“Oh. I…” her face flushed. She looked down at my shoes, and I knew that she was going to say no.

“It’s fine, Mckenna. Don’t worry about it,” I backed off. “You won’t do anything good for my rep, anyway.”

She frowned and looked like she was going to say something, but I turned my back to her just as the bell rang and went on with the day as if my heart wasn’t shattered again by Mckenna Moran.

Now, Mckenna turns in her sleep onto her back. Her breasts are soft and perky. I look at her areola, which is a slightly darker shade than the rest of her skin.

I want to touch her and caress her.

What happened to her and her mother was awful, but there was no way to protect them from it, not without alerting Mckenna’s father, and it had reached the point where I had tried to do everything I could.

I had planned to help them after the cloud cleared and the charges against Mckenna’s father were laid.

But everything spiraled out of control.

I’m a control freak. I hate when I can’t predict someone’s next move because it leaves me unprepared.

I never thought that Mckenna and her mother would run away to Detroit. I don’t know what I expected them to do when the authorities arrived.

That’s not true. I know exactly what I wanted her to do.

I wanted Mckenna to pick up the phone and call me for help.

Fury rolls through me, making me grind my teeth.

Why couldn’t this woman do something sensible for once?

She can’t say no to me now.

Before I talk myself out of it, I’m sliding to the floor next to Mckenna on her mattress. I’m touching her breasts, squeezing them gently. Her nipples harden against my palm.

She moans, parting her perfect lips. She grabs the blanket and tries to pull it around her, but I cover her with my body, breathing in her scent, being comforted by her familiarity.

Because I had missed her these past twelve months.

I had missed her dropping into the office with a request to save a mare from the slaughterhouse again or her homemade chocolate sweet rolls.

I brush my lips against her neck, tracing the diamond birthmark. I can’t believe she is here with me.

My cock is half hard as I bring her sleeping body to me, thinking I want to hold her because while she sleeps, I can let myself be softer with her.

I can caress her, take care of her, and protect her in ways that I can’t do when she’s awake.

When she’s awake, I have to keep my defenses up because she hurt me once, and I need to make sure she knows that isn’t acceptable.

No matter my feelings for her, I can’t let her destroy the future I am building.

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