Page 73 of Sold to Her Enemy

“You!” Tears are leaking down her face. I wipe them away with my thumb.

“Not only is my cock going in your pussy, it’s going in your mouth and in your ass. I haven’t forgotten how your holes feel when I fill them. Is this what you want?” I grab her hair in my fist, give it a good pull.

“Yes, Sir! Ow!”

“Good girl.”

15 MCKENNA

He drops my hair as if something has zapped him and turns away from me.

My heart is beating so hard it feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest.

I know it’s crazy to throw myself at my enemy, but knowing that is not going to change what I am doing.

Because he isn’t just my enemy.

This is Adrian McIntyre. He’s been in my life for as long as I can remember. He’s the intelligent, driven son of my father’s dear friend and business partner.

The big brother I admired and wished was mine.

Then, the off-limits older brother.

But something has changed between us ever since Ava’s performance. And before it is over, I want his intensity.

I crave his touch and I even want his punishing strokes. Maybe through his touch, my grief and pain will be driven out for good.

Tomorrow, when the clock strikes midnight, I can forget that I was ever this desperate, this needy.

Except I don’t want to.

My heart’s a mess, my emotions unhinged. Every one of my nerve endings is awake with need and want.

Adrian strides towards me, his footfalls heavy, vibrating through the floor.

He is all predator, and I am here, his prey.

I want him to have me, to take me, to use me. I’m vibrating with anticipation. It’s rolling through my veins, making me so wet, so turned on I can barely breathe.

Brushing his fingertips along my arms, he slowly unwraps the rope from my arms. Then, he wrenches my arm behind me, pulls me to my feet.

“Oh!” I stumble next to his muscular chest.

“What are you doing to me, hellion?”

“You’re the one who bought me.”

“Yeah, I’m the damn fool. Did you laugh at me all these years after each attempt?” His fingers dig into my skin. It’s not painful, but his sharp touch grabs my attention, causing me to whimper.

“No.”

“You must have. What a stupid, lovesick puppy I was. Thinking that you were a snob, I told myself to quit asking you out. I still tried to look out for you. Even after all that, I still tried to protect you.”

He moves me forward, and we walk out of the room. My eyes blink at the light change when we’re in the hallway.

“But you know what? I don’t care. You’re mine, Mckenna. Do you hear me? You’re mine.”

“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.

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