Page 53 of Sold to Her Enemy

After Adrian had stormed into the boardroom, I came home to find our house being searched by the Feds. My mother walked in an hour later and found me on the stairs, crying.

And I’m supposed to believe that the man who pulled the trigger on the destruction of our lives didn’t do it? That he was trying to keep me safe instead.

I would laugh if my mouth wasn’t filled with his cock.

And as if I have remembered that his thick cock is in my mouth, I swallow around it, running my tongue along the underside. The taste of him floods my brain and I hate how good it feels, how much I like having my mouth stuffed, how wet it’s making me.

Adrian shifts forward, clamping his hands down on my shoulders.

“Now I’m going to fuck your pretty mouth, my cockwarmer. I don’t want you to think about the past, but right now, you will be the classy, well-bred girl my parents made. You’ll be my perfect date tonight. Got it?”

“Ow!” He grabs a fistful of my hair, wrenching my mouth off his cock.

“Yes, Sir.” I grit out the words with all the resentment I feel while my heart is pounding, my veins flooded with an ache.

“Open wide, keep that jaw relaxed, and watch those teeth.”

His hands come off my face. I open my jaw, which is already aching. He palms his cock, then slides the tip along my tongue and then thrusts it in with such force, I gag.

“You’re going to take this, hellion.” His harsh tone makes me drip with need.

I moan around his cock, as if I am begging for him to touch me. He thrusts forward, and his cock slides in and out of my mouth so fast, I can’t concentrate on anything other than how his soft skin feels against my lips, how heavy his balls feel as he eases out, presses them in my face. He thrusts hard and fast. I gasp as I try to keep relaxed, but he is completely in control here and all I can do is moan. His cock hits the back of my throat so deep tears spring to my eyes.

“Beautiful hellion. This is what I want.” He cups the back of my head, holds me further away, and, without warning, changes his rhythm.

He slams in and out of my mouth so hard. My pussy burns with the need to be filled. I moan as his cock comes back in my mouth, sliding with such force my lips are vibrating.

My saliva is flying off of his cock as it’s hitting my lips. And I wish his cock was in my pussy, filling the burning want that I am keenly aware of as his cock slides past my lips again. I swallow, taking it as far as I can.

Lifting my gaze to his, he raises his eyes to the roof and his brows furrow. The expression makes his strong jaw and deep eyes so hot.

A tremble runs up his body, his muscles flex. “Mckenna!”

I swallow past a sob that rises in my throat because Adrian will never be the one for me. The threat made it clear he was hands off, always hung over my head. But I have never been able to turn my attraction to him off. Under his suit, all of his muscles tighten. He growls out my name so loudly it echoes in the small space.

“Take it, Mckenna! Every drop.”

His warm cum shoots into my mouth so fast I’m fearful of missing the hot liquid. I swallow hard, circle the head of his cock with my tongue. His cum is warm and salty.

“Your mouth is like an oven.” He taps his palm against my cheek. I lick a drop of cum off my lips. “Fuck. I needed that.” Adrian takes the bottle of water and guzzles almost all of it.

“Glad to be of service.”

He cocks an eyebrow at me and I wonder if he’s going to make a thing of my sarcasm.

“Sit up, Mckenna. You’re going to have to put yourself back together. We’re going to dinner now.” He adjusts his suit, fixes his cufflinks and stares out the window.

I want to stomp my feet because he ignored my quip. I want to scream because he’s left me needy. He knocks on the divider, and the car starts up, pulling into traffic.

Adrian passes me a baby wipe, and I wipe my mouth and hands. Taking out my make-up from my bag, I quickly touch up. He’s still staring out the window, and I suddenly feel bereft. I want to feel his arm around me.

But as we drive to our destination, I realize I want to feel as if he didn’t hate me, like I was back in the concert hall, when he was tender with me. I remember how his face cleared of hatred, and it was…nice. It felt like I had one of my oldest friends back. I can’t help myself, but I sniffle and blink away tears.

Adrian reaches over and takes my hand in his. “What happened?” He grips the top of my leg, presses down, the intense heat in his eyes raking over me.

I knew he was going to ask. Adrian is good at a lot of things, but patience is not one of them. I think of not answering and as soon as the thought crosses my mind, he squeezes the top of my leg, making it clear I better.

“I got home, and the Feds were ripping the place apart. Our butler was terrified and let them in without calling our attorney. I didn’t know what to do or who I could call. Why didn’t you stop when you saw me or ask if you could have a private word or something?” I hate the desperation in my voice, but I need to know if he really hates me or if he’s just angry about how it all went down.

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