Page 78 of Sold to Her Enemy

They had been featured in business magazines a month earlier about their forty years of marriage. There was nothing my father wouldn’t do for my mom.

“Do you want that?” Adrian’s warm fingers danced up my arm, along the sensitive skin of my neck.

My pulse raced so fast that my mouth went dry. “Yes.”

Then he took my chin in his grasp, leaned down, and kissed me as if he were a man in love with me. When he pulled back, he cupped my face in his hand. He picked up a strand of my hair and wrapped it around his finger. “Your hair is like oak leaves burnt by the sun.”

“Thank you.” My heart pounded with how he looked at me. My insides felt like jelly. I had dreamed of kissing Adrian and now that it happened…what now?

He walked me to my car and invited me for breakfast the next morning.

I turned him down, having seen a post of Ava’s on social media announcing that she was on the next flight home. The reality of why I couldn’t be with Adrian crashed down on me and I ignored his calls.

“That was the last time we saw each other before our investigation found proof of your father being entwined with the mafia.” He picks up the metal object from my back. Something with a point scrapes along my skin.

“Yes.” I shudder as the point gently drags against my skin, as painful as a paper cut.

“I wish it was different.”

“You’ve said.” I wince, lifting up from his lap.

“No. Stay here and take it for me.” His palm rubs a circle along my ass. I close my eyes and exhale as a line is drawn on my back.

My body hums with fear that leaves my mouth bone dry and heat that makes me want to mewl, cry out for his touch.

“I want to hear you say you will be mine after tomorrow night, but no matter what you say, I’m going to make sure you know you’re mine. I’m going to give you something to remember this weekend by.”

The metal point digs into my ass, the pressure sharp against my flush. He’s going to cut me. Cold sweat rolls through my body is frozen as fear slithers through me.

“I can’t! What are you doing?” In a surge of rebellion, I try to lift up from his touch.

“You’re going to stay still and take this,” Adrian brushes his hand where the tip dug into my flesh. “Be a good girl and take this for me.”

“Yes Sir!” The words are out of my mouth because I am frozen exactly where he wants me. I’m afraid of moving, of the metal point cutting my skin. I feel Adrian’s fist against my skin, and the metal scrapes against my skin.

My mind starts to get all floaty, as the metal tip presses and drags against my skin, as if I am a canvas and he’s stippling me with a pen. “You’re doing very well, relax hellion,” Adrian pulls my skin taught, then the metal tip is covering a new square of flesh, sending fresh sensations through my body, making me achy and hot and fearful all at once.

“Thank you, Sir.” My voice is thick with desire. The tapping, the needling, lulls me into a head space that feels sugary and thick. My whole body is aching with the need for this to end, but I want it to keep going because the pleasure that’s towing me under is so thick, keeping me in that suspended headspace. He can carve me, he can do whatever he wants to me because I am his.

“I can’t take this.”

“Yes, you can.” His fingers dip between my legs, finding my clit. I hump against his hand, wanting relief from the cutting of my skin.

“More, please!”

“I love hearing you beg. What do you want, Mckenna?”

“To come!”

“Then come.” He circles my clit, his knee presses against my pelvis, the metal is still scraping against my skin and it’s so much.

A high whine escapes my lips. I am going to break open. This is too much.

“Adrian!” I grab onto his leg.

Wave after wave of fire rolls across my skin and subsides, only to be set again. I moan in pleasure as he digs the metal tip in harder.

“Your juices are soaking my fingers. Do you know where my fingers are going next?”

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