Page 41 of Sold to Her Enemy

I remind myself of that as I force myself to exhale.

Even after I gave that interview to the journalist.

But his hard tone makes me think he would hurt me. The air is heavy with that threat between us.

“Four million dollars.”

“I thought you were worth that much, Mckenna. I didn’t want anyone else to win you. I know the 500k is not going to get you back to the life you’re accustomed to, but it’s enough to finish your education—enough to look after your mother.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You must remember that.” He bumps his toe against my leg, wraps my hair in his fist and wrenches my head back. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Who owns you?”

I lick my lips. The cruel look in his eyes is raising fiery sensations along my arms. “You own me, Sir.”

He tugs my hair roughly, then abruptly lets it go, stomps to the rack, and pulls off the black shimmery gown. “Put it on. This is what I want you to wear tonight.”

He flings the gown on a sofa behind him, and I take off my clothes, my hands shaking.

“I might as well use that pretty mouth.”

My throat goes dry. I curse my body for how it responds to his demand. But I get on my knees and slide my hands up the back of his legs to his belt.

“This is a reminder to think before you speak, hellion. That mouth should be wrapped around my cock or quiet. I’m going to fuck it hard and fast, and I swear there better not be a single drop of my cum on the floor.” He unzips his pants, and his cock springs out.

It’s big. And I remember how it tasted in my mouth, ached holding it on the car ride over to his house.

His eyes are blazing with anger and raw need.

My nipples are hardening in the cool breeze.

He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls. There’s a drop of pre-cum on the slit of his cock, and I lick my lips. I encircle his cock with my fingers and take the head into my mouth, running my tongue over the drop of cum. He makes a sound as his hand presses against my nape and I suck his cock.

His musky scent fills my nostrils, and my heart beats against my chest like a trapped bird.

I don’t know why he is angry right now, but he’s taking it out on me.

I lick, lapping his length. He lets out a curse and then thrusts his hips into my face. I stretch my lips to accommodate his girth and keep my mouth open and relaxed.

“That’s it, that’s so damn pretty. I wish you weren’t, Mckenna. Maybe then I could actually hate you.” His cock pistons into me, his anger the force that is driving his speed.

I’m afraid it’s going to slip out of my mouth, but I concentrate on keeping my jaw relaxed, and his cock slides even deeper past the bump on my throat. I want his cock in my pussy that’s clenching with need. Juices are running down between my legs. He thrusts his hips, pushing his cock further into my throat. I whimper around it, wanting more and hating myself. But the feel of him in my mouth is ramping up my own pleasure.

“Damn, you are so fucking hot and tight, and I’m going to go so deep. Swallow me, hellion.”

I close my mouth on his cock, taking him even deeper as I swallow. His cock slides deep in my mouth and is the only thing I am aware of.

It’s so much he thrusts even further down my throat. He eases the hold on my hair and lets out a deep growl of pleasure, setting off a fresh wave of desire racing across my skin. I want him to touch me.

When he strokes my cheek with the back of his knuckles, I cry out, rocking my hips forward.

His touch zings straight to my pussy, and it throbs with the want, the need for him to touch it, to give me relief.

Oh, God. I hate how much I love this and that is sending a keen shiver of shame down my spine as I swallow his cock again as he thrusts forward, letting out a hiss between his teeth.

---