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I am going to capture this woman in every way I can.

Her body shakes from the force.

“Yes, you can, hellion. You’re going to obey me because if you don’t, I will put my cufflinks in your mouth for the rest of the concert.”

“Sir!” Her gasp and how her ass comes off the seat makes me want to make good on my threat.

The notes change to the lower octave, in a slower cadence. A cry escapes her lips. I feel the heat of the stare of other people on us and I don’t care. I smile as the orgasm trembles through her body.

I turn the app down to the lowest setting, making her buzz. The notes change again, and as if I programmed it and I change the setting.

“Adrian!” Mckenna grabs my fingers so tightly they feel like they’re going to come off. She lets out a yip, as if she’s trying to hold back her sounds.

“Yes, right now, hellion,” I brush my lips against her ear.

“I’m coming now!” Her breath is warm against my ear, her tone strained.

“Good girl, hellion,” the whispered words are out of my lips before I can stop the praise from springing forth. But she’s earned it.

I rub my hand along her thigh, through her dress as her body stops trembling. She exhales and grabs my hand.

When I don’t move my hand from hers, I know I’m screwed because I can’t keep pushing away the thought that I am not going to let this woman go after this weekend.

And I’ll do whatever it takes to show her that she’s mine.

11 MCKENNA

By the time the audience is giving Ava a standing ovation, my legs are shaking from the orgasms Adrian forced me to have.

I lost track after five.

My muscles are straining as if all my limbs have been stretched.

“You took those very well,” Adrian says to me.

“Didn’t have a choice, did I?” The sizzling heat in his eyes makes me squirm, my pussy clenching even as it throbs with ache. “No, hellion, you didn’t.” He brushes his lips against mine.

The good thing about Adrian’s game is that it took my focus away from Ava, but I can’t wait to be outside.

I need air.

The lobby is bursting with people and feels uncomfortably hot.

I’m grateful for Adrian’s arm around my waist because I don’t feel steady on my feet.

“Adrian! Your sister is so talented.” A man with wire-framed glasses and a white beard shakes Adrian’s hand.

“Hey Todd! I missed you at intermission.” Adrian’s tone tells me this is someone he respects.

“Who is this delightful creature on your arm?”

“Todd Shirley, meet Mckenna Moran.”

My stomach drops to the floor when I hear the name. This man sat on the board of MM Industries for years and was a friend of my father. I can’t recall exactly what he did. The last time I saw him, I was a little girl, and he didn’t have glasses or a beard.

“Mckenna! How stunning you grew up to be! I don’t believe what they are saying about your father.”

“Thank you.”

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