Page 89 of Sold to Her Enemy

“I can get used to this, Mckenna. I hope you decide to stay with me.”

My heart flutters at his words.

I cover up my nerves by washing his legs, gently palming his cock and balls.

“I don’t know,” I mumble.

It’s the truth. Part of me thinks I should take the money and run, but I want to finish my education and become a veterinarian.

And I need to look after my mother.

But the part that has always longed for Adrian is alive again after being dormant for so long, and the thought of walking away from this man has my heart in a twist.

He turns off the shower, steps out, then takes my hand.

Picking up a towel, he dries me and quickly dries himself up.

“Tomorrow is going to be a day of wooing.” Adrian’s eyes crinkle.

“Wooing?”

“Yes. I don’t want any doubt in this pretty head that you are mine and belong with me.” He skims his lips along my jaw.

I shudder, reach for his hand, and kiss his lips. He takes control of the kiss, tilts my head up, demanding more access, and I give it to him. The feel of his lips makes me shiver against him.

“That’s my girl.” He threads a hand through my hair and I lean against him. This moment between us feels special, perfect. “Tomorrow?”

“Yes, tomorrow,” his tone is husky. Still holding my hand, he walks me over to the bed, takes the towel off, and peels back the sheets.

His phone rings from somewhere as he pats the bed, gesturing for me to get in.

“Good night, Mckenna.”

“Good night, Adrian.” He cups my cheek with his palm, and I feel wrung out in the best way, my limbs heavy with desire fulfilled.

“You were so good, Mckenna. Tonight.” Elation at his praise wraps around me.

“Thank you, Sir.” My eyelids are so heavy, I can’t help but close them.

My body is tired from the scene and the sweet torture he put me through. I’m dimly aware of Adrian answering his phone, but I can’t make out any of the conversation before I drift to sleep.

18 ADRIAN

Waking up with Mckenna’s head on my chest, my heart thuds with pride.

Everything is right in my world.

I twirl my fingers through her soft strands, watching her sleep.

She feels like she belongs right here.

I want to keep her here with me beyond the clock striking midnight.

The past year has taken its toll on Mckenna, and maybe if she hadn’t been stressed and out of options, she wouldn’t have given the journalist that interview.

And if Ava hadn’t meddled, we would have had years together. Fury rolls through me, and I think of my sister. I grab my phone from the nightstand.

Mckenna doesn’t want me to hurt her, but I do. I want her to hurt…at least, that’s what the lizard part of my brain is demanding.

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