Page 72 of Sold to Her Enemy

“Did you tell your mother?”

“You know my mom. She doesn’t do conflict.”

That’s true, and I wish my mother had said something to my father, though she might not have. Dad tends to look the other way when it comes to Ava.

“What was the last present your father gave to you?”

Silence stretches out, and I’m afraid she won’t answer. I turn and see her blinking back tears furiously.

“Answer me.” It’s mean, but I zap her on her inner thigh, close to her pussy, because I want her to focus on me. I need to bring her back from talking about our past to this moment.

“Ow!” she whispers, but she’s making a little panting noise that tells me she didn’t mind it that much at all.

“Mckenna, answer me!” I push my finger into the red mark the zapper left.

She gasps, tears spring to her eyes. “It was a gold chain with a rose dangling on it.”

“Good girl. Did he ever give you any passwords?”

“My father?” Mckenna barks out a laugh.

“I know he was bad at remembering passwords, so I thought maybe he’d give them to you.”

“He would have to remember them. No, he never gave me anything like that.”

“Are you sure?” I flick the crop on her left inner thigh. She jerks forward.

“Yes! Ow. I don’t know anything!”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” I flick the crop against her, watching as a red welt appears on her delicate skin. My balls are so tight, I swear I’m going to explode in my pants.

I flick the crop. Her in drawn breath is delicious, as I bring it down on her inner thigh, then her other. She flinches at every thwack of the crop as I swing it right, left, right, left on her inner thighs.

“Do you know where his personal laptop went? We never found it in the lab or offices.”

“No!” Mckenna is half sobbing.

“Do you think you’ve been a good girl?” I hold the zapper right along her bare pussy. She bites her lip and shakes her head back and forth.

“Please, zap me there.”

“Where?”

“On my labia, on my clit,” she whimpers.

“Do you think I will?”

“You might.”

“What do you want there, then, hellion?”

Her green, hazy eyes meet mine. “Your cock.”

I throw my wrist out and press the button, the zapper right on her clit.

She bounces forward and screams.

“Who do you belong to, hellion?” I toss the zapper away and press down on her shoulders, digging into her skin. There is only one answer I want to hear.

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