Page 7 of Sold to Her Enemy

I stride across the dressing room, set my glass on the black-topped vanity, and place my hands on her hips. Her face drains of color and that look of fear on her face makes my cock throb.

I stand so close her ass is pressed to my bulging erection.

Her mouth opens in surprise. And oh, hell no, she’s not going to run. I grab her hands as she turns, pinning her in place. “No! Oh God!” She kicks back at me, but I hold her tighter against my straining erection.

This woman has always made me hard, crazy with want and burning need.

She’s closed her green eyes, and against me, she trembles. I grab her thick hair in my hand and pull her head down.

With my fingernail, I trace the diamond birthmark, which is a shade darker than the rest of her skin.

“Hello, Mckenna.”

3 MCKENNA

The sound of my name from his mouth makes me want to claw his face. Red-hot anger swirls through me and I bite down on my cheek to keep from screaming.

The man behind me is six-four. His deep brown eyes are ringed with gold. His black hair is slightly below his collar and has been cut since I last saw him.

Memories of the last twelve months flash through my mind. Adrian and his team on that awful morning, when he marched to the head of the boardroom and told everyone on my father’s team to get out. They’d been fired, and MM Industries was defunct as of that moment.

Adrian scowled at me on his way out, raising a cool eyebrow. “Not so high and mighty now, are we?”

He always thought I was a snob.

My heart races as he smiles coolly. This has to be a mistake. There is no way Adrian McIntyre won me for the weekend. I cannot go through with this auction. Bile rises in my throat, my stomach tightens in knots.

How can I give myself over to the man who destroyed my entire life?

He’s the reason I’m here, auctioning off the use of my body to the highest bidder.

He’s why I didn’t achieve my dream of being a veterinarian.

“Let go of me,” I lift my leg, eager to kick him.

He grins wolfishly and clamps a hand on my shoulder. My breath whooshes out of me as I start to dry heave. This cannot be happening. There has to be a way out of this, but I quickly think back to the long and arduous interview.

I signed the contract, sealing my fate.

“Mckenna, look at me.”

The command in his voice is steel. I squint my eyes closed and shake my head.

“Now.”

Swallowing, I turn to look at him. He tugs my hair, pulling my head up until I meet his cool gaze.

“Good. You are mine for the weekend. Do you need to re-read your contract?” His tone is commanding and cold.

I can’t speak. I swallow hard, but I feel like I’m going to vomit. I want out of this room. There has to be an exception to the contract.

“I won you,” Adrian says, reaching for the bottle of water on the counter, uncaps it, and hands it to me. “Drink.” He lets go of my hair.

I take a mouthful of water, but I can’t swallow, and I spit it out, aiming for him. Droplets drip down my breasts, soaking the front of my camisole.

Adrian shakes his head in a slow, exaggerated way. “Are you already disobeying me? We’ve hardly begun.”

I close my eyes against his silky tone and try to stop myself from shuddering. This is my nightmare. It’s not going to solve a single problem, the whole reason I’m here.

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