Page 9 of Sold to Her Enemy

I choke out a sob.

Because if it wasn’t for Adrian and his intent on destroying what our fathers built, I would have taken the exam and achieved my dream of being a veterinarian.

I need to make that dream a reality.

“Yes, I want to proceed. You have my consent.” I have no other choice. A new wave of wetness seeps between my thighs.

A slow and sultry smile spreads across his face. His dark eyes blaze with anger and heat.

His aura is electric, and I’m trembling with nerves being this close to him.

He turns from me, picks up his drink, and stalks to the leather couch. His movements are slow and deliberate as he sets his drink on the table next to the sofa.

“Crawl to me, Mckenna. Or would you rather me call you Davis?” He says it with a sneer, and I glance at the door, thinking of running out of there.

Of forgoing the money and telling Club Lust I can’t do it.

“Don’t say my father’s name again.” My voice is like gravel.

Adrian shrugs. “I don’t think you get to call the shots this weekend. Drop to your knees and start crawling, or I will give you a first taste of that corporal discipline.”

Fury spurts up from my belly, sharp and hot, heating my skin, it mixes with the want and need, making my head swim. But knowing I have no choice, I sink to the floor, unyielding underneath my knees.

I move quickly, wanting to get to the carpet.

“Slow down.”

Of course, the bastard would want me to do it slowly. I sit back on my heels and glare at him, but before he can make good on his threat of punishment, I duck my head and crawl.

Once I get on the fuzzy rug, it’s way more tolerable on my knees.

“Stop. Turn so you’re facing the vanity.”

That will mean that Adrian will have a view of my ass, covered by my matching green panties.

I shuffle and feel his gaze rake over my body.

“It’s a very nice ass, Mckenna. Who does it belong to for this weekend?”

“You,” I say, as if I am accusing him of a heinous crime.

“That’s right,” Adrian says. “Now, thank me for calling your ass nice; that was a compliment.”

But I can’t thank this man for anything except ruining my life.

I hear the creak of the leather as he sits forward.

I jump as his palm comes down hard on each of my ass cheeks. His open palm scorches my skin.

“These are the rules, Mckenna. You do as I say, and you obey. Now, say ‘thank you.’”

He smacks me again; the sound vibrates in the room, the pain spreads across my ass, and my skin burns.

“Thank you,” I say it as one might say, ‘you asshole’ and he laughs, hearing the unsaid word as if I had spoken it.

He spanks me again. His palm feels like wood as it lands over and over, the sound bouncing around the room.

I grit my teeth, my pussy throbs. I want to scream. I hate how this man is turning me on.

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