Page 37 of Sold to Her Enemy

“Adrian! Fuck.”

“I feel good, don’t I, hellion? My big cock feels so good in your pussy that you’re going to come for me right now.”

“Yes! Your big cock feels so good,” she murmurs the words. Her nails dig into my shoulder, scratching a trail down my back.

A flush spreads up her neck, and I feel the moment the orgasm tows her under. She grabs at my shoulders, thrusting her head back, exposing the long column of her neck.

I lean down and nibble it, marking her there.

She cries out, a long, keening sound that bounces off the walls and that ramps up my need.

“I’m coming right now!” I come so hard, emptying into her heat with such force that I see stars.

I’m breathing hard as I brush my lips against hers. “Good hellion.”

“Did that really happen?” Her words come out thickly.

“Oh yes, Mckenna.” And I can only be so distant because I can’t help but wrap my arms around her, cocooning her body against mine. “Sleep now, because your nightmare continues tomorrow.” I can’t help but smirk as I think of what will happen to my beautiful, luscious enemy tomorrow.

9 MCKENNA

Woodward Avenue is busy this morning as we pass by tourists, taking selfies in front of the sites and crowds of people with shopping bags.

But my mind is too scattered, going in a million different directions to enjoy the experience.

My body aches, reminding me of everything Adrian did to me last night. It sets off a fresh wave of desire.

We stop to cross the street and I refuse to move.

“Come on, Mckenna, we have an appointment.”

But I take three steps back from the crosswalk and lean against the cool brick of some art déco building.

I am rebelling, but I need this moment.

From the time Adrian woke me up from an interrupted sleep this morning, I felt out of my skin.

He showered me in a very clinical, no-nonsense way and then ushered me into the dining room. Instead of feeding me scraps this morning, a butler brought out my favorite cup of tea, along with fresh crusty bread and all the breakfast trimmings.

But I knew something was up when Adrian smirked as he watched me devour fresh strawberries.

“Aren’t you having any?” I said it to break the silence.

“No,” Adrian leaned forward and took my chin in his fingers. “I had the sweetest treat in the middle of the night, Mckenna.”

My cheeks heated with shame.

The realization that it wasn’t a dream slammed into me with the cold water of truth.

I kind of knew that Adrian’s lips against mine, his muscled chest under my hands, and his throbbing cock were real.

But I was so exhausted it felt like a dream.

Until that orgasm.

“You took what you wanted.”

“When I want to, remember that, Mckenna. Who do you belong to this weekend?”

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