Page 64 of Sold to Her Enemy

I feel bad for Ava because her constructed lies are being exposed, and that can’t be a nice feeling.

“Ava? Adrian, what’s going on?” Fredrick McIntyre steps into the room.

“We are having a discussion, that’s all, Daddy.”

“Oh?” Mr. McIntyre raises his eyebrows. “Mckenna, please give our regards to your mother, and as soon as she’s able, we’d love to have her for a visit.”

“She’ll be happy to hear it,” I say.

“Good. Come on, Ava. Everyone is asking where you are. I was hoping you’d play Ligeti for me, darling.”

“Of course, Father,” Ava says.

“I’ll catch up with you later,” Mr. McIntyre says.

“Later,” Adrian echoes, but he doesn’t look back. His eyes are focused on me. “Mckenna.”

“What?” My voice quivers.

“I don’t know what to do with you right now.”

I hear him stride away from me, and then the doors click. Turning around quickly, I see he’s still in the room.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve spent all this time—a solid year—hating you only to discover that my sister orchestrated it. I don’t know what to do with that.”

“With what?” My voice squeaks out.

“Oh hellion, I am still angry. But I’m not as angry as I was when I first saw you at Club Lust. I’m so angry that I’m going to fuck you hard and fast right here.”

“Adrian!” He stalks toward me, forcing me against the window. The plane of glass is cool against my back. Pleasure swirls through me, tugging me toward a crest.

Then his mouth seals over mine. He’s kissing me so hard that I am breathless. My lips feel swollen under his forceful pressure.

I want to be roughly handled by him, to feel his anger.

He presses against me. I feel his erection through the fabric of his pants, pushing against me.

I moan into his mouth, my head spinning, totally off balance.

With one hand, he undoes his belt. I grab his waistband, his fingers come over mine, and I get his pants off. His chest against mine is setting my body blazing with need. He hikes up my dress, fabric bunching between us.

“I’m going to take you right the fuck now!” he growls against my mouth.

“Right here?”

That possessive way he looks at me makes my pulse race. I am soaked between my legs. My heart thumping against my chest is the only thing I can hear. His tongue stabs mine, my stomach flutters.

“Right here. Even if someone walks in, I’m not stopping.” His lips crash against mine, his hand snakes under my dress.

I hear a seam ripping, but all I care about is how his hands feel on my ass as he lifts me up, pressing me against his hips. The coolness of the window against the scorching of my skin.

“Hold on to me, tight, Mckenna. I’m going to fuck your pussy, and I’m not going to stop until you’re screaming my name.” The electricity between us has increased. It’s sparking the very air between us.

“Yes, Sir. I’ve ached for your cock since watching the orchestra,” saying the words out loud sets off a fluttering low in my belly.

“Yeah?” His lips are against mine. I squeal as he rips down my dress.

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