Page 42 of Sold to Her Enemy

He slows down his pace, and I chance a glance upwards to see the anger in his eyes has cleared, his expression is back to being softer, and he’s looking at me as if he gives a damn.

His cock feels thick and heavy in my throat. I swallow, and just as I think I can’t take it anymore, he eases it out a fraction and pivots hard into me.

I work my jaw and swallow, and my throat is dry, but my mouth fills with saliva.

“Make me proud, hellion.”

Warm liquid shoots down my throat.

I swallow as fast as I can, partly because I’m afraid of the consequences, but also—and I hate myself a little for this—because I do want to make him proud.

“That’s a needy slut, swallowing every last drop of my cum.” I whimper as my lips work to stay sealed over his cock. When I’ve swallowed every last drop, he releases my hair and slides his cock out of my mouth. “You’re a beautiful woman, Mckenna.”

It’s praise, and I flush from the compliment.

Do I wish it was a good girl?

Yes, but anything is better than that detached, angry tone he’d used with me.

“Now, put on the gown.”

He tucks himself back in as if nothing happened.

I stand and have to force myself not to brush against his body as I walk by him.

I take the gown from the couch. The soft fabric in my hands is so luxurious that I almost cry.

The shimmery beads are delicate, and the black lace underlay is so delicate.

Taking my time, I step into the gown, holding the bodice to my chest. “Can you zip it up please, Sir?”

“Yes, Mckenna,” Adrian steps beside me and carefully zips up the gown.

“Yes, this is perfect. Pick whatever shoes you think will go with it.”

“Thank you.” I brush the skirt with my trembling fingers and spin, catching sight of the low back.

I feel like a princess.

“This is a beautiful dress.”

“You make it beautiful. All eyes are going to be on you tonight.”

I stride over to the mirror, my stomach in a knot of nerves. Adrian said nice things, but it chafes me at the same time.

Especially because my body doesn’t care what my mind is warring with. My nipples are beaded because in this dress, you can’t miss that.

“I know you said you wanted to see everything, but I think this shows my nipples.”

“I like these nipples.” Adrian steps behind me, his lips brushing my ear, and he presses his hands against my breasts; the sequins are rough against my sensitive skin. His muscular form is increasingly familiar to me and he grabs me as I try to leave his embrace. “You’re mine, hellion.”

I can’t help the gasp as he grazes my neck with his teeth. My belly flutters as he licks the flesh of my neck. “But you’re right. We will have to cover them up to take you out in public.”

He lets go of me, steps back and I feel discarded and curse myself for craving his touch. “Veronica said she had undergarments.” He picks up a box from the bench and pulls out a beautiful bra and panties set, puts it to the side and pulls out a pair of nipple covers.

“They really did think of everything. Those are exactly what I need.”

“They’ll stay on?” His tone is back to being cool and detached as I spin to face him.

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