11. 11 MCKENNA
11 MCKENNA
By the time the audience is giving Ava a standing ovation, my legs are shaking from the orgasms Adrian forced me to have.
I lost track after five.
My muscles are straining as if all my limbs have been stretched.
“You took those very well,” Adrian says to me.
“Didn’t have a choice, did I?” The sizzling heat in his eyes makes me squirm, my pussy clenching even as it throbs with ache. “No, hellion, you didn’t.” He brushes his lips against mine.
The good thing about Adrian’s game is that it took my focus away from Ava, but I can’t wait to be outside.
I need air.
The lobby is bursting with people and feels uncomfortably hot.
I’m grateful for Adrian’s arm around my waist because I don’t feel steady on my feet.
“Adrian! Your sister is so talented.” A man with wire-framed glasses and a white beard shakes Adrian’s hand.
“Hey Todd! I missed you at intermission.” Adrian’s tone tells me this is someone he respects.
“Who is this delightful creature on your arm?”
“Todd Shirley, meet Mckenna Moran.”
My stomach drops to the floor when I hear the name. This man sat on the board of MM Industries for years and was a friend of my father. I can’t recall exactly what he did. The last time I saw him, I was a little girl, and he didn’t have glasses or a beard.
“Mckenna! How stunning you grew up to be! I don’t believe what they are saying about your father.”
“Thank you.”
“He’s a good man—a brilliant man, but the Davis Moran I knew is also too kind to get entangled with criminals.” Todd places a hand on my shoulder in a fatherly way.
My throat is tight. I miss my father so much. He loved seeing a good performance. I nod, unable to speak. I feel Adrian’s heated stare on me as I pick a spot to focus on over Todd’s shoulder.
“Would you be willing to look at Colossus Corp’s security bones next week?”
“Oh, you don’t need an old man like me to do that. Get one of the new kids.”
“I trust your knowledge,” Adrian smiles slyly. “But I’ll have one of the new kids check your work.”
Todd laughs heartily. “Send it to me then. It was nice seeing you again, Mckenna. I’ll let you go and congratulate your sister.”
“Bye,” I whisper.
My stomach twists. The anxiety that calmed down with orgasms fires back up. Until Todd mentioned congratulating Ava, I hadn’t thought we would see her now.
I don’t want to see her at all.
Who wants to be face to face with the bully that tormented them every chance they got? “Mckenna.”
I blink to find Adrian’s hand clapped on my shoulder. “Are you all right?”
His tone isn’t the cold one I’ve been used to.
This tone is like cinnamon and whiskey, wrapping itself around my heart.
It pulls at my hopes of what could have been because there was no way I could ever act on what I felt toward Adrian.
That was made clear to me countless times.
“Yes, I’m just…this is a lot of people for me.”
The space feels suffocating, and the cloying smell of perfume makes me dizzy. I stumble, and Adrian catches me. “We’re going, now.”
“What about seeing your sister?”
“Backstage?” Adrian crocks an eyebrow. “Ava only lets our father do that. Not even her soon-to-be husband is allowed to see her.”
The relief makes me feel faint. “I’m not feeling good.”
“Hold on to me, and I’ll get us out of here.” He extends his arm, and I curl my fingers around his biceps. He strides straight ahead.
My hands are clammy. I take a few deep breaths as Adrian navigates us through the crowd to a side entrance.
“Is an alarm going to go off or something?”
He shakes his head, pressing me forward. “It’s a door, Mckenna. Come on, my car is right here.”
There’s a breeze. I shiver as I take halting steps toward the car. It’s not that I don’t want to get away from here. I think the whole evening is getting to me.
Mingling with people who knew my father, knowing I have to face my bully next, and the sudden switch in Adrian.
He passes me a bottle of water. I sip it. Then he opens a packet of trail mix, holds out my hand, and shakes some into it.
“Eat something, Mckenna. I should have fed us more before we left. I forgot how long these concerts go.”
I chew the trail mix, grateful to be in the privacy of the back seat. The privacy screen is up, so the driver can’t see what we are doing.
Adrian stares at me as I chew and swallow and take another sip
“Are you okay?” He squeezes the top of my thigh. The heat of his fingers sizzles through my thin dress and pours into me.
“Yes, I’m fine now. Why are you being nice to me?”
He glances out the window, and I don’t think he’s going to answer; the silence stretches between us for so long.
But he shifts in his seat, so his back is against the door’s side. He slowly unbuckles his pants.
“I’ve been hard for you for the last hour and a half. Mind taking care of that for me, my cockwarmer?” He palms his cock, his dark eyes smoldering with such intense heat. My breath catches in my throat.
I hike my dress to my knees because I don’t want to tear the fragile skirt.
“I like it when you crawl.” He grabs a fistful of my hair, tugging me close to him.
My pulse races at his sly smile, his deeper tone. I give myself over to this moment, to this demanding Dominant in front of me, this enemy who I never wanted to see again.
Because I can’t ignore how much I desire him.
I lean forward, balancing myself on his thick muscled thighs. He takes his cock in his hand, pumps it in a leisurely way. My mouth salivates, remembering his taste. I crave it now.
He brushes the tip of this cock along my lips. “Be a good girl for me.”
“Yes, Sir.” His earthy scent fills my nostrils as I open my mouth and he slides his cock past my lips. It’s thick and long, but I let my jaw relax to stretch around his length.
“That’s it. Take all of me, my little hellion.” He thrusts into my mouth, and I rock on my hands, needing to move because I am so wet, I need his touch.
I swirl my tongue along his underside, and his salty taste coats my tongue.
“Your mouth on my cock is so fucking perfect.” His praise thrills me, urges me to a new rhythm, and I suck him deep, taking him as far as I can into my throat. My nipples are so hard I want to scream with how much I want them touched. I meet his eyes and the possessiveness and hunger I see in his gaze has me dripping wet with need.
He cups the back of my neck, holding me over him.
“That’s exactly where I want you. You asked me why I’m being nice to you?” He guides my head up and down in one long pull. I whimper under his touch. My pussy throbs, aching for touch, for relief.
“Mckenna, there is so much history between us, and I’m mad at your father for the mess he left. I’m livid that he was working for the mafia—”
I lift my head off his cock, anger blazing through me. He swiftly pushes on the back of my neck, holding me in place. All the space in my mouth is taken by his cock. I splutter, choking on his thick length.
“Calm down, Mckenna. All you’re doing right now is warming my cock. Relax your jaw.”
With a muffled scream, I do. He slides back into my mouth.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Adrian strokes my hair. “I love how you can go from classy to filthy.”
My hips arch as my pussy quivers with need. Liquid desire flows through my body, heating every part.
Adrian chuckles softly. “I didn’t want to believe it at first, and neither did my father. Our forensic accountant is still going through the books. I know your father has always been bad with money, but I don’t understand why he didn’t come to us. Instead, he risked what took him a whole lifetime to build.” He grips my neck again, nudging me to move.
I slide my tongue along his length, licking and lapping.
“But I realized tonight that none of that was your fault. I wasn’t going to tell you this, but you weren’t supposed to be there when we did the hostile takeover and the raid with the Feds. I thought you were going to be safe at the stables. The plan was to get you and your mom to our house while your father was being led away. I tried to protect you.”
A cold wave of shock rolls through me, and the memory of that day comes back into my mind, as well as everything that happened after I left my parents at breakfast.
My mother kissed my father’s cheek, like she always did, her gorgeous smile in the sunlight as she waved bye to me.
I think that’s the last time I saw her smile.
She’s been a zombie ever since, her face expressionless, her body given over to one ailment or another.
After Adrian had stormed into the boardroom, I came home to find our house being searched by the Feds. My mother walked in an hour later and found me on the stairs, crying.
And I’m supposed to believe that the man who pulled the trigger on the destruction of our lives didn’t do it? That he was trying to keep me safe instead.
I would laugh if my mouth wasn’t filled with his cock.
And as if I have remembered that his thick cock is in my mouth, I swallow around it, running my tongue along the underside. The taste of him floods my brain and I hate how good it feels, how much I like having my mouth stuffed, how wet it’s making me.
Adrian shifts forward, clamping his hands down on my shoulders.
“Now I’m going to fuck your pretty mouth, my cockwarmer. I don’t want you to think about the past, but right now, you will be the classy, well-bred girl my parents made. You’ll be my perfect date tonight. Got it?”
“Ow!” He grabs a fistful of my hair, wrenching my mouth off his cock.
“Yes, Sir.” I grit out the words with all the resentment I feel while my heart is pounding, my veins flooded with an ache.
“Open wide, keep that jaw relaxed, and watch those teeth.”
His hands come off my face. I open my jaw, which is already aching. He palms his cock, then slides the tip along my tongue and then thrusts it in with such force, I gag.
“You’re going to take this, hellion.” His harsh tone makes me drip with need.
I moan around his cock, as if I am begging for him to touch me. He thrusts forward, and his cock slides in and out of my mouth so fast, I can’t concentrate on anything other than how his soft skin feels against my lips, how heavy his balls feel as he eases out, presses them in my face. He thrusts hard and fast. I gasp as I try to keep relaxed, but he is completely in control here and all I can do is moan. His cock hits the back of my throat so deep tears spring to my eyes.
“Beautiful hellion. This is what I want.” He cups the back of my head, holds me further away, and, without warning, changes his rhythm.
He slams in and out of my mouth so hard. My pussy burns with the need to be filled. I moan as his cock comes back in my mouth, sliding with such force my lips are vibrating.
My saliva is flying off of his cock as it’s hitting my lips. And I wish his cock was in my pussy, filling the burning want that I am keenly aware of as his cock slides past my lips again. I swallow, taking it as far as I can.
Lifting my gaze to his, he raises his eyes to the roof and his brows furrow. The expression makes his strong jaw and deep eyes so hot.
A tremble runs up his body, his muscles flex. “Mckenna!”
I swallow past a sob that rises in my throat because Adrian will never be the one for me. The threat made it clear he was hands off, always hung over my head. But I have never been able to turn my attraction to him off. Under his suit, all of his muscles tighten. He growls out my name so loudly it echoes in the small space.
“Take it, Mckenna! Every drop.”
His warm cum shoots into my mouth so fast I’m fearful of missing the hot liquid. I swallow hard, circle the head of his cock with my tongue. His cum is warm and salty.
“Your mouth is like an oven.” He taps his palm against my cheek. I lick a drop of cum off my lips. “Fuck. I needed that.” Adrian takes the bottle of water and guzzles almost all of it.
“Glad to be of service.”
He cocks an eyebrow at me and I wonder if he’s going to make a thing of my sarcasm.
“Sit up, Mckenna. You’re going to have to put yourself back together. We’re going to dinner now.” He adjusts his suit, fixes his cufflinks and stares out the window.
I want to stomp my feet because he ignored my quip. I want to scream because he’s left me needy. He knocks on the divider, and the car starts up, pulling into traffic.
Adrian passes me a baby wipe, and I wipe my mouth and hands. Taking out my make-up from my bag, I quickly touch up. He’s still staring out the window, and I suddenly feel bereft. I want to feel his arm around me.
But as we drive to our destination, I realize I want to feel as if he didn’t hate me, like I was back in the concert hall, when he was tender with me. I remember how his face cleared of hatred, and it was…nice. It felt like I had one of my oldest friends back. I can’t help myself, but I sniffle and blink away tears.
Adrian reaches over and takes my hand in his. “What happened?” He grips the top of my leg, presses down, the intense heat in his eyes raking over me.
I knew he was going to ask. Adrian is good at a lot of things, but patience is not one of them. I think of not answering and as soon as the thought crosses my mind, he squeezes the top of my leg, making it clear I better.
“I got home, and the Feds were ripping the place apart. Our butler was terrified and let them in without calling our attorney. I didn’t know what to do or who I could call. Why didn’t you stop when you saw me or ask if you could have a private word or something?” I hate the desperation in my voice, but I need to know if he really hates me or if he’s just angry about how it all went down.
He lifts his hand from my leg, brushes it along my side, over my breasts, then slides his palm between my jaw and shoulder.
“Back then, I wasn’t great at changing plans on the fly. When I saw you there, I was furious. All I could think of is that you wouldn’t be there if you had ever said yes to me. You’d be at home–”
“Barefoot and pregnant?” I spit out.
“No,” Adrian’s hand claps down on my neck.
“Ow! Sorry,” I mumble because the stare he is giving me makes me feel bad.
“You know I’ve always supported your dream, Mckenna," The steel in his voice sends chills up my spine. He looks hurt and I want to soothe it. Because he’s right, he’s always cheered me on, at least before that day.
He loosens his grip, twirling a strand of my hair around his finger. “You’d be at home, getting ready for your next riding lesson or studying for your exams. I could have kept you safe from all of this, Mckenna. Don’t you dare think that doesn’t bother me. But maybe you hate me that much, and I’m stupid for thinking it could have been any other way with us. I guess that’s what went through my mind when I saw you in the boardroom that day.”
I swallow, reach for the water, sip, and glare at Adrian. “And now?”
“Now, hellion? I don’t know. I guess you can say that I am coming to new revelations. But that doesn’t excuse how I am still going to take out my anger on your ass. I want you to pay for that article and what you said to that reporter.”
I close my eyes, resting my head on the back of the seat. That article wasn’t supposed to go to press that way.
My whole life, I’ve been surrounded by titans of industry, rich assholes who had scandals in the media.
I knew not to trust a journalist, but when she came to see me, somehow tracking me down, I desperately needed the money, and there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to make life better for my mother.
But Jana Whitters took that quote out of context.
“She was sent to me, Adrian. I didn’t seek her out. I didn’t say all the things she said.”
He puts a hand in the air, palm up, as if stalling my speech. “I can’t digest that now, okay? I need to get through this dinner.”
“Do you think this guy is good enough for her?” I smirk as I say it.
Adrian laughs. The sound is so soothing that I want to make him laugh again. “I’m happy she found someone. Let’s put it that way.”
I stare straight ahead, wondering how I am going to get through this confrontation.
He doesn’t know it, but we are headed right towards the person who made it their mission to keep us apart.