Page 67 of Sold to Her Enemy

14 ADRIAN

Back in the car, Mckenna slumps against my shoulder. Both of us are silent, lost in our thoughts. It feels so good to have her lean against me,

I’m not a lovey-dovey type of guy. But I don’t shy away from my emotions like some kind of macho dude who is afraid of feeling their feelings.

Tonight’s revelations have my mind whirring, lost in a mix of emotions that crash together. They are all vying for attention, but I need to box some of them away. Knowing that my sister was behind keeping me and Mckenna apart makes me want to thump my chest in fury and barge screaming into the woods.

And maybe those revelations should make me inclined to let Mckenna off the hook, but in a weird way, I’m even angrier with her now because I tried to call her. I tried to reach out to her, and she could have returned my calls. Ava hasn’t been around since the collapse of the business when Mckenna moved to Detroit with her mother. She could have reached out to me. My fury calms down as she gives me a small smile and I remember her phone had been turned off. So what? She could have borrowed a phone. Used a carrier pigeon. Sent an email. Why can’t I let her off the hook? Maybe hating her has become a habit. And maybe hating me became a habit for Mckenna.

“Come on, hellion,” I say as I step out of the car and reach for her hand to help her out. “I still have this night with you, and I’m not giving you up.” Technically, I have tomorrow night with her, too, because she has to return to Club Lust on Sunday at midnight.

What happens then? I don’t want to think about it right now.

I have a scene in mind that I want to put her through, but she slumps against me as we approach my front door. “You’re going to rest while I get some things set up. And then I’m going to have my way with you.”

“Fine,” Mckenna grabs my arm. “You don’t hate me?” The hopeful note in her voice tugs at my heart.

“Oh, hellion, I have so much anger rolling through my body that I can’t wait to take it out on your ass. I think I am beyond hate.”

She leans forward as if she’s going to ask me something and I can’t help it. I need to taste her.

My lips crash against hers before I even open the door.

Fuck.

Her taste ricochets in my mouth, through my cells, and I keep kissing her. I kiss her as if I need to feel every inch of her mouth with my tongue. I fist her hair, pulling the strands until she cries out. Her mouth is soft and I can’t get enough of how she tastes. Her taste fills my brain with the pulsating need to possess her. To own her. I kiss her through her gasps.

“Adrian.”

My name out of her lips ignites a spark that rolls down my spine, making me so damn hard. She kisses me with the same fervor, her tongue pressing against the seam of my lips. I take control of the kiss, tilting her head back, her lips part wider and I deepen the kiss.

Her body softens against mine, and her arms come around my back. She lets out another of those little cries. Her eyes are bright.

I break off the kiss, stare into her pretty eyes, and damn, despite everything that has happened, I am so fucking glad she is with me right now.

“Inside,” my voice is low and gravelly, but I don’t want to keep kissing her on the doorstep. I push open the door.

I kick off my shoes and hang up my jacket.

“Turn, let me unzip you. Let’s get this tattered thing off of you.”

“You made it tattered,” Mckenna mumbles.

“Yes, I did. The panties you’re wearing are filled with my cum.” I slide my hands down her hips, glide them over the curve of her ass. Underneath the dress, she is so hot.

Her face turns bright red. “Yes they are.”

“You’re adorable when you’re all embarrassed like this,” I finish unzipping her, strip the dress off of her, and slide the panties off. I’m going to use them in the scene I have planned. I bunch them up and put them in my pocket.

“You’re so pretty, Mckenna.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Her nipples harden with arousal as I drag my eyes over her, slowly taking in the sight of her gorgeous body. Damn, all the years we could have had together and didn’t.

I don’t want that to weigh down this precious time with her, but it’s like a clock in my mind, ticking down, mocking me over what we could have had.

“Do you need anything to eat or drink?”

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