Page 52 of Sold to Her Enemy

“Are you okay?” He squeezes the top of my thigh. The heat of his fingers sizzles through my thin dress and pours into me.

“Yes, I’m fine now. Why are you being nice to me?”

He glances out the window, and I don’t think he’s going to answer; the silence stretches between us for so long.

But he shifts in his seat, so his back is against the door’s side. He slowly unbuckles his pants.

“I’ve been hard for you for the last hour and a half. Mind taking care of that for me, my cockwarmer?” He palms his cock, his dark eyes smoldering with such intense heat. My breath catches in my throat.

I hike my dress to my knees because I don’t want to tear the fragile skirt.

“I like it when you crawl.” He grabs a fistful of my hair, tugging me close to him.

My pulse races at his sly smile, his deeper tone. I give myself over to this moment, to this demanding Dominant in front of me, this enemy who I never wanted to see again.

Because I can’t ignore how much I desire him.

I lean forward, balancing myself on his thick muscled thighs. He takes his cock in his hand, pumps it in a leisurely way. My mouth salivates, remembering his taste. I crave it now.

He brushes the tip of this cock along my lips. “Be a good girl for me.”

“Yes, Sir.” His earthy scent fills my nostrils as I open my mouth and he slides his cock past my lips. It’s thick and long, but I let my jaw relax to stretch around his length.

“That’s it. Take all of me, my little hellion.” He thrusts into my mouth, and I rock on my hands, needing to move because I am so wet, I need his touch.

I swirl my tongue along his underside, and his salty taste coats my tongue.

“Your mouth on my cock is so fucking perfect.” His praise thrills me, urges me to a new rhythm, and I suck him deep, taking him as far as I can into my throat. My nipples are so hard I want to scream with how much I want them touched. I meet his eyes and the possessiveness and hunger I see in his gaze has me dripping wet with need.

He cups the back of my neck, holding me over him.

“That’s exactly where I want you. You asked me why I’m being nice to you?” He guides my head up and down in one long pull. I whimper under his touch. My pussy throbs, aching for touch, for relief.

“Mckenna, there is so much history between us, and I’m mad at your father for the mess he left. I’m livid that he was working for the mafia—”

I lift my head off his cock, anger blazing through me. He swiftly pushes on the back of my neck, holding me in place. All the space in my mouth is taken by his cock. I splutter, choking on his thick length.

“Calm down, Mckenna. All you’re doing right now is warming my cock. Relax your jaw.”

With a muffled scream, I do. He slides back into my mouth.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Adrian strokes my hair. “I love how you can go from classy to filthy.”

My hips arch as my pussy quivers with need. Liquid desire flows through my body, heating every part.

Adrian chuckles softly. “I didn’t want to believe it at first, and neither did my father. Our forensic accountant is still going through the books. I know your father has always been bad with money, but I don’t understand why he didn’t come to us. Instead, he risked what took him a whole lifetime to build.” He grips my neck again, nudging me to move.

I slide my tongue along his length, licking and lapping.

“But I realized tonight that none of that was your fault. I wasn’t going to tell you this, but you weren’t supposed to be there when we did the hostile takeover and the raid with the Feds. I thought you were going to be safe at the stables. The plan was to get you and your mom to our house while your father was being led away. I tried to protect you.”

A cold wave of shock rolls through me, and the memory of that day comes back into my mind, as well as everything that happened after I left my parents at breakfast.

My mother kissed my father’s cheek, like she always did, her gorgeous smile in the sunlight as she waved bye to me.

I think that’s the last time I saw her smile.

She’s been a zombie ever since, her face expressionless, her body given over to one ailment or another.

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