Page 77 of Sold to Her Enemy

“Adrian!”

He drags his palm lazily along my ass, his fingers pressing against my clit. My body shudders, tries to get away from his touch, because it’s too much, too sensitive.

“I love how you look when you come for me.” I turn my head, finding his gaze.

“Yeah?”

He smiles in a slow, sultry way and it makes my pulse race even as I’m coming down from the pleasure firing through my veins. “Remember Uncle Joe’s wedding?”

Adrian leans over me. I hear the drawer opening; he rummages through it and then closes it. Something metal lays against my ass, cooling to the fiery skin.

“Yes, I remember the wedding,” I murmur, my voice sounding thick.

He taps the metal object against my ass.

“I want to carve you.” He taps the metal against my arm.

I can’t form words for a moment. My body is suddenly chilled as fear makes my nipples tighten.

“Did you hear me, Mckenna? I want to mark you. What do you say?”

He pats me gently, as if giving me reassurance.

“Yes, Sir.” I cry out.

“Good girl. You’ll take the pain for me, won’t you, my needy slut?” He skims his lips against my neck, sending shivers along my spine.

“Yes Sir.” My nipples are so beaded, I’m aching with the need for them to be touched.

“I wish we could have stayed at the wedding forever.” Adrian twirls a strand of my hair around his finger. My mind swims with images from the memory.

I had forgotten about it in the havoc over the last few months. But Adrian’s father’s much younger brother had gotten married that summer.

The summer before, everything changed and my world fell apart.

I remember my mother and father dancing on the dance floor. I’m across from them, dancing with Adrian.

We talked about how cool it is that our parents are best friends as Mr. McIntyre interrupted their dance and took my mother’s hand and my father took Mrs. McIntyre’s arm and lead her into the next dance.

We were seated at the same table, and after rejecting him five times, I finally gave in and said yes to a dance.

His palm on the small of my back felt so good. I was wearing a floaty blue dress, and as I danced around the floor, I felt like a princess. The way Adrian looked at me with heat and longing made it hard to keep my cool, but I knew I had to.

Ava wasn’t there that night, performing at a summer festival in Germany. But she always came back.

“That was the night I first kissed you.”

“Yes.”

He presses a kiss to my shoulder now, sending new shivers across my skin.

Later, after most of the guests had gone, Adrian handed me a glass of wine and escorted me out to the balcony. We spied my parents in a window seat nook, my mother’s legs on my father’s lap.

They were laughing together.

“I’m jealous of your parents’ love. Hell, I envy the love my parents have for each other.” Adrian said as he held the door open for me.

“A lot of people do,” I replied.

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