Page 76 of Sold to Her Enemy

The searing pain makes me even wetter.

I squirm on his lap.

“Are you asking for something, hellion?”

“No,” I grit out.

“I think you’re lying,” he snaps his hand down on my ass, and I jump at the sound.

He spanks me in a cool, detached manner, clamping his leg down harder over me, and I can’t move. The only thing I can feel is the pain from his hand, over and over.

My ass is aching.

It’s on fire at every touch of his palm, the sting worse now than when he started.

This is quickly not becoming fun.

But then he stops, lifts his leg off mine, and spreads his legs wider. Holding me with one palm on my back, his fingers dance down between my cleft in my ass, and he slides a finger into my sensitive spot.

I suck in a breath.

“Did you forget that I won you?”

“No, Sir.”

I practically hear him purr as he works his unlubed finger in and out of my anus, stroking with little flicks around my sensitive nerves. Tingles roll down my spine, pain followed by the sharpness of the pleasure. I am so hot, so aroused, that my vision grows hazy. I moan as he slides his finger past the knuckle, wetness rolling down between my legs.

“Where can you go right now?”

“Nowhere,” I grit out.

“That’s right.” He removes his finger, raising a new line of fire as he drags it across my scalding ass, wiping it off.

He dips his hand between my legs, stretching my labia.

I squirm on his lap, caught between the pleasantness of his touch and the uncomfortable way he’s stretching my skin.

He pulls the skin until I stop squirming.

“That’s right, Mckenna. You take what I give you. I own you. If I want to take you to Boston right now, that’s where we would go. If I say I am confident you could return there, then know that I mean it. Or do you doubt my word?”

He brings his palm down hard on my ass, sending a fresh new wave of pain along my skin.

“No, I don’t doubt you.” My breath, my whole body, is on fire. I can’t help but squirm over his lap, trying to get some relief from my throbbing pussy.

If Adrian said that I should walk naked through the airport right now, I wouldn’t doubt him. My mind is feeling heavy and floaty, and I don’t want him to stop touching me.

“You got to trust me, hellion.”

He lets go of my labia, dragging his finger over my clit.

“Oh!” The sensation is so much. I’m lost in painful nirvana, wave after wave of pleasure that’s climbing higher, but not quite there. My body is strung taut with the need.

I can’t help but twist on his lap, asking him for more even as I want it to stop. “Stop please.”

“You can take more.” He rubs my clit, in a circle, rough and fast, and not letting up.

The pleasure starts to mount hugely; my body tenses, my toes curl, and his fingers keep working as I’m driven higher by the anticipation of the orgasm. It’s so close, my body practically spasms but then it breaks open, the orgasm shoots me up to a throbbing, exploding peak, crashing over my body in a wave that’s so intense my eyes water.

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