Page 81 of Sold to Her Enemy

“You’re defective like that.”

The words catch me off guard, and I laugh. I want to touch her, to be soft with her, but I don’t want to let my guard down, not yet.

I want to ride this hate angst between us until the end so we can start fresh tomorrow.

“Watch it, hellion.” I press my fingers hard along her shoulder to her neck. She stiffens under my touch before leaning against me. “I expect obedience. We can bring your brat out another time, but this night is all about me claiming you, giving over to my stored anger. Tomorrow…”

I lean down and take her bottom lip between my teeth, sucking on it until she gasps. “Tomorrow, I want you to be mine, finally. But I won’t force you into something you don’t want. If you’re mine, Mckenna, you’ll come to me of your own volition. You know what I offer, but you know what I demand in return.”

She inhales sharply and shudders with excitement or anticipation. I’m not sure which, but I like the sight of her like this, laid out before me.

Mckenna watched her mother be the perfect wife in high society, and I wonder if she thinks that life is for her or not.

“To clarify,” I pull her hair so she jerks her head up even higher, exposing the slender column of her throat. “You will be encouraged and expected to pursue your own interests. I want you to be a vet, Mckenna. I want you to spend the days with your horses. But you better be on your knees when I get home. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her chest rises and falls, goose flesh dots her skin.

“After what I do to you tonight, you might not want that. Maybe you can’t get over the past.” I drop her hair and reach for one of the toys I brought out of the closet. “Maybe you think what I demand is too much. That’s for you to decide. Turn and spread those legs for me.”

She does, so her head is against the headboard. She brings her heels up to her butt, giving me the view I wanted.

Her pussy is glistening, still wet with juice, but I lube the dildo. It’s made to feel similar to skin and warm to the touch. The hotter Mckenna gets, the more she’ll feel this dildo. I toss it on the bed beside her.

“Pick up the dildo and fuck yourself with it. While I watch, hellion.”

She gasps in a breath and stares at me. I hum softly, dragging a chair over to the end of the bed.

I want her to feel my eyes on every part of her skin while she performs for me. I want to make her feel objectified. “Your pussy is so pretty. Show me how it likes to be used.”

She whimpers, her hips jerk off the bed.

“Did you hear me, hellion?”

“Yes, Sir,” her fingers pick up the dildo cautiously as if she’s never touched one before.

“It’s such a greedy hole, already wet and begging for attention. Give it what it wants, Mckenna.”

Her stomach muscles clench, and a ripple of tension sails through her body, but she brings the dildo to her entrance. “Oh! I…this is…” she licks her lips.

“Push it in, hellion. Don’t make me do it, you greedy slut.”

Her eyes fly open, and I sit back in the chair, totally at ease.

Her fingers tremble as she pushes the slender dildo into her entrance, and it disappears to the base.

“Keep going, hellion. Fuck yourself on it, long and hard and fast. Now,” I slap her thigh. It makes her jump, and she grasps the base of the dildo, slides it out of her heat, and back in.

“Oh! It’s so warm.”

Her fingers encircle the fake dick and I grind my molars, wishing it was my cock she was holding like that. “It gets warmer the more you touch it. Come on, give it to your pussy. What are you doing right now?”

“Cursing you in my head!” She whimpers as she rocks.

“You’re obeying me. By fucking yourself on that dildo. Who told you to do that, you needy slut?”

“You did, Sir,” her voice is so soft I can barely hear the words. Her head tilts back against the headboard, giving me her neck.

“Touch your clit. It’s so swollen it’s begging to be touched.”

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