13. 13 MCKENNA
13 MCKENNA
As soon as Adrian is out of sight, I plaster a smile on my face and dash out of the room.
I walk down a bright white hallway, past the portraits of legends, and turn into a room. I think it’s a room that’s not being used, but there is coffee, water, and a tray of cookies on a side table. I pour myself a cup of water and stride over to the windows.
My heart is racing. My head is spinning on pure sensation overload. Adrian’s threat of having me on my knees, remembering the dark gaze in his eyes as he said it, sends goosebumps up my arms. It makes my whole body burn with desire to imagine it.
Forcing myself to put those thoughts out of my mind, I turn to glance out the floor to ceiling windows.
It’s dark, but there are lights on in the garden, casting shadows on sculptures. I drink the water, gulping it down, wishing I could call my mother. Damn him for placing me on this line between sexual explosion and forced dignity.
I don’t know what I would say to her.
People don’t hate us?
Jackie still cares about you?
When everyone had closed their doors to us, my mother was devastated. But I knew something had to happen to prevent Jackie from reaching out. She treated me like her daughter; my mother was her best friend.
I lean against the glass, wondering what the hell I am doing here?
To go from thinking Adrian and his family hate me to having it thrown in my face that they don’t is a lot to take in.
And Adrian? His touch is suddenly warmer, his voice is tinted with concern, and I can easily believe he cares for me.
I think of my father, wondering what he’d say, and I smile because I know my dad would love the drama of all of this.
And I hope he comes home so I can tell him.
He would spiel about the probabilities that Adrian and I got together.
I miss him so much my heart aches.
Hearing footsteps, I turn and my throat goes dry. “Nice party, Ava.”
If Ava were a cartoon character, smoke would come from her ears. “I messed up a note because of you. What the fuck are you doing here?”
“You heard. I’m with your brother. You lost, Ava.”
She stomps over to me.
Instinctively, I move to the side, but I’m too slow. She reaches an arm out, yanking a fistful of fabric from my dress.
“Hey! Get off of me!”
“I told you to stay away from him!” She tightens her grip. The fabric gives and my dress rips.
“This isn’t horseback riding. This is real life, Ava. We’re not kids anymore.”
She can’t get rid of me by cutting my stirrups or reins.
Or by threatening that nobody in the school would talk to me.
I take a step back, disgusted with myself.
I should never have let her have such power over me. I spent my high school days alone, the weird girl who was good at science, whose father was famous but didn’t accept party invitations.
Ava’s threats didn’t make any difference.
What would it have been like if I had told Adrian? I never did because I feared what he’d think of me.
I wanted him to like me.
I was scared of losing Jackie’s warmth. My mother loves me, but she’s always loved my father more.
Jackie and Grace, my riding instructor, made me feel loved for being me.
“I told you to stay away from him.” Her other hand snatches out, grabbing a fistful of my hair.
“Ow! Let go!” I struggle, trying to twist from her grip, but she holds firm.
I try to step on her toes, but she’s taller than me and dances out of the way.
“You did what?” Adrian’s cool tone is a chilly blast into the room, sending shivers down my spine.
Ava immediately lets go of me and runs over to her brother. She throws her arms around his shoulders.
He pushes her off. “Ava, what is going on?”
“Nothing!”
“That’s not. Tell me because whatever Mckenna says, I'm going to believe her.”
The dominant look he gives me makes my pussy clench. He is so serious at this moment, it’s making me want to fall to my knees.
Ava stomps her foot. “You know she isn’t good for you or our family. You know her dad was horrible with money and cost us everything we had. I knew she was trouble, Adrian. I always told her to stay away from you, but she never listened. You were always asking her to do stuff like tutor for you. Why should she get the good stuff? What’s so special about her? That’s why I took that lesson that day, the day the Feds raided her house.”
“You’re the reason Mckenna was at MM Industries?”
“Yes!” Ava shrieks. “I did what we were always told to do! I protected our family!”
“You had no right to interfere, Ava. You did nothing other than impede my plans.” Adrian strides over to me, shaking his sister off his arm.
“Adrian, she was always following you like a stalker. How embarrassing would it have been for you to hook up for real? I solved that by sending Jana to interview her, but even after she said all that crap about you, you still want to be with her!”
“Ava, get out of my sight.” His voice is so chilly that I turn away and rub my arms.
“Adrian! I don’t want her in our life! She’s trash.”
“Her father made us millions! Do you understand that? What do you have against her, Ava?”
Ava glares at her brother, but he returns her stare coolly. “Her family was poor, Adrian. She just studied a lot and rode some horses.”
“And you just play the piano. Her father earned every penny he had.”
“Until he sold out to the mafia.”
“We don’t know what happened, Ava,” Adrian says quietly. He grabs my hand. He stares out the window into the dark garden. “I thought I knew what happened, but I didn’t. All these years that I thought you were rejecting me. You stayed away because Ava said to?”
It takes me a moment to realize the question is directed at me.
“More than said to. She told all the other girls to ignore me. She did her best to make me an outcast.”
“Are you really that jealous of her, Ava?”
“I’m not jealous!” Ava spins on her heel, her hands clutching at her side in fists.
“Adrian, it doesn’t matter. Let the past be the past,” I push the words out past a sob.
“Like hell, it doesn’t matter,” he says, taking three steps toward me and spinning me to face him. “I’ve wanted you for years, and then I loathed you for years, thinking that you thought you were too good to be with me, Mckenna. That’s not true, is it?”
My throat is so dry I can’t swallow. He’s looking at me with the full force of how he feels, passion and anger swirling in his gaze and it’s searing me.
“No, I never thought that.” My pulse races.
I want to hope that this is enough to change his feelings for me. But I’m scared to get the thing I’ve wanted for so long.
“Then why?” Adrian tilts his head. “Ava?”
“Yes. She told me that being with you would cause her too much stress and affect her piano playing.”
“She. Did. Not.”
The room starts to spin, and I grab onto Adrian’s arm.
“Ava, what do you have to say for yourself?”
“I don’t regret anything. What I did, I did for this family, Adrian.”
“What you did, you did for yourself. You were jealous, Ava.” I can’t believe I am saying those words, revealing the secret I’ve kept for years. “Why can’t being a piano prodigy be enough for you? I’m sorry you’re not that smart in biology, or not a better horse rider.”
Ava runs at me, but Adrian intercepts her. “Stop it! Ava, you’ve already ripped her dress. Stop acting like this! Grow up!”
“I wasn’t jealous! I hated that mom loved her, okay? Mom never cared about the piano or my success, but she cared about the stupid riding competitions.”
“That’s ridiculous, Ava. Mom is proud of you. She wanted you to have other hobbies.”
“You don’t understand! I was born to do this!”
I feel bad for Ava because her constructed lies are being exposed, and that can’t be a nice feeling.
“Ava? Adrian, what’s going on?” Fredrick McIntyre steps into the room.
“We are having a discussion, that’s all, Daddy.”
“Oh?” Mr. McIntyre raises his eyebrows. “Mckenna, please give our regards to your mother, and as soon as she’s able, we’d love to have her for a visit.”
“She’ll be happy to hear it,” I say.
“Good. Come on, Ava. Everyone is asking where you are. I was hoping you’d play Ligeti for me, darling.”
“Of course, Father,” Ava says.
“I’ll catch up with you later,” Mr. McIntyre says.
“Later,” Adrian echoes, but he doesn’t look back. His eyes are focused on me. “Mckenna.”
“What?” My voice quivers.
“I don’t know what to do with you right now.”
I hear him stride away from me, and then the doors click. Turning around quickly, I see he’s still in the room.
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve spent all this time—a solid year—hating you only to discover that my sister orchestrated it. I don’t know what to do with that.”
“With what?” My voice squeaks out.
“Oh hellion, I am still angry. But I’m not as angry as I was when I first saw you at Club Lust. I’m so angry that I’m going to fuck you hard and fast right here.”
“Adrian!” He stalks toward me, forcing me against the window. The plane of glass is cool against my back. Pleasure swirls through me, tugging me toward a crest.
Then his mouth seals over mine. He’s kissing me so hard that I am breathless. My lips feel swollen under his forceful pressure.
I want to be roughly handled by him, to feel his anger.
He presses against me. I feel his erection through the fabric of his pants, pushing against me.
I moan into his mouth, my head spinning, totally off balance.
With one hand, he undoes his belt. I grab his waistband, his fingers come over mine, and I get his pants off. His chest against mine is setting my body blazing with need. He hikes up my dress, fabric bunching between us.
“I’m going to take you right the fuck now!” he growls against my mouth.
“Right here?”
That possessive way he looks at me makes my pulse race. I am soaked between my legs. My heart thumping against my chest is the only thing I can hear. His tongue stabs mine, my stomach flutters.
“Right here. Even if someone walks in, I’m not stopping.” His lips crash against mine, his hand snakes under my dress.
I hear a seam ripping, but all I care about is how his hands feel on my ass as he lifts me up, pressing me against his hips. The coolness of the window against the scorching of my skin.
“Hold on to me, tight, Mckenna. I’m going to fuck your pussy, and I’m not going to stop until you’re screaming my name.” The electricity between us has increased. It’s sparking the very air between us.
“Yes, Sir. I’ve ached for your cock since watching the orchestra,” saying the words out loud sets off a fluttering low in my belly.
“Yeah?” His lips are against mine. I squeal as he rips down my dress.
“Yeah, my dress is definitely ruined.” He pulls my bodice off, and it folds the skirt of the dress. His palm cups my breast, and presses down on the nipple cover.
“Do these hurt coming off?” He gets his fingertip under the nipple covers. He pulls the silicone pads off and shoves them in a pocket.
“Tiny ouch,” I mutter, as my hardened nipples brush against the fabric of his suit.
He kisses me, hungry, open mouth kisses that I return greedily because right now, he’s here with me and I can have him without thinking about the past or the future. He’s making me so hot, my pussy is throbbing with need.
“I love hearing that you’ve wanted my cock the whole night because I’m going to fuck you like the needy slut you are. Right here.”
With a groan, his mouth crashes over mine, and I feel him grind his cock into me so hard that it bounces me against the glass. I don’t care that my dress is ripped, the fabric bunched up uncomfortably between us, or that I’m going to have his fingerprints on my ass. I don’t care that I’m returning his hot and hungry kisses in an open mouth, panting in a way that makes me feel debased if I stop to think about it, and I don’t care that anyone could walk in on us at any moment.
All I care about is how his strong arms feel holding me up.
I trust that he has me; he isn’t going to let me fall with every thrust forward of his hips, with how his lips skim along my collarbone. This man is taking charge, and all I can do is submit to his dominance.
“Kiss me like you mean it, hellion,” he growls in my ear. I kiss him, tracing his lips softly with mine, then harder as he grips my hair, wanting to please him. His lips vibrate against mine and he takes over, titling my head for even more space and demanding I open for his lips, his tongue. He kisses me with so much insistence, I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips.
“Adrian!” I protest him leaving my lips as he grazes my neck with his teeth, kissing in between my cleavage.
“What do you want, my needy slut?” his breath is warm against my skin as he presses his lips to my nipple covers. He thrusts against me, heat blistering through my back, consuming me as I cling to his strong shoulders.
“I want you inside me.” I moan against him, pleasure coils low in my belly.
“Yeah? Tell me again how you want my cock in your pussy.”
“I need your cock in my pussy right now!” and gravelly.
“Take my cock and get it in your needy pussy.”
The command turns my mind into a pleasure haze. His cock is hard in my hand. He helps me by lifting me up for a better angle as I line us up, then he tilts me further. A whimper escapes as I impale myself on him.
“I love your sounds. That’s it.” He lifts me higher, adjusting to line us up perfectly, then his cock slides deeper and deeper until it’s right to the hilt.
“Your cock in me feels so good. Finally.”
“I like making you wait. You’re so wet for me I can’t even stay inside your greedy pussy, hellion.”
My nipples are tight beads. His tongue twirls with mine and I try to rub myself on him, but he holds me in place.
He slams into me as if he’s driving out the past, all our missed moments and times we could have said yes.
“Mckenna, fuck, you feel so tight and good around my cock!” He grinds against me so hard that my every nerve ending is awake, screaming for more, needing more of his cock, wanting him even deeper.
Adrian bites my bottom lip as he thrusts, long and deep, lifting me up on his cock to meet his strokes in perfect time.
“Oh! You feel…ahh!” I pant out. He responds to my cries with short, punishing strokes. Our bodies are so hot against each other, my cheeks are wet with tears.
Pleasure heats my skin as he rocks me against him, taking up all the space between us, filling my mind with nothing but wanting, needing him.
“I’m going to fill your pussy right now. You can come with me or wait until I have you alone.” The words are a threat.
They send a chill of anticipation down my spine because despite his rough treatment, despite being pounded right now, I know he’ll never break me.
I bite down on his shoulder as I feel the orgasm beat through me, my legs tense, and my toes curl, his cock so hard and full inside me.
He squeezes my ass cheeks, and that’s all it takes for me to tip over into orgasmic bliss. My orgasm rolls through me, sending my heart rate even higher.
“Adrian!” I come off his shoulder to scream his name as his brows furrow and he tilts forward, driving even deeper into me.
“Damn you, Mckenna!” He cries as he releases deep inside me.
Our bodies press together, our skin slick with sweat. I pant against him, feeling like I’m a rumpled mess and not caring.
He holds me as he shudders and as my body hums around his cock with the aftershocks.
“You’re still mine. The weekend isn’t over yet, and we’ve only started tonight,” he says against my lips.
He gently sets me on my feet and bends down, picking up the panties he made me wear, holding them out for my foot to slip into them as he pulls them up between my legs.
“I love that my cum is in you, and these panties are going to catch it. Maybe I’ll make you sleep in them tonight.”
I’m blushing furiously as he meets my eyes. He grins with a wolfish, unguarded smile, making my heart leap.
This is the Adrian I had carefully hidden under wraps in my memories.
“I think you’ll be fine. The dress is a little ripped.”
“I liked the dress.”
His hand is on my waist like he doesn’t want to let me go. He adjusts the dress, so it falls over my chest to my waist and tries to hide the ripped seam.
“I’ll buy you ten more, hellion.”
I laugh because he’s so earnest, and he believes it.
“Now what?” I whisper.
“Now we go out there, have a quick dessert, and then say our goodbyes. I have plans for you, my needy slut.”
“Like what?”
He brushes his thumb across my lower lip. “Maybe you aren’t telling me everything you know, Mckenna, or maybe you really don’t know anything about your father’s formulas, but I will interrogate you until I’m completely satisfied.”
My pussy clenches so hard I stumble.
Adrian laughs. “You like that idea?”
“I might. I like that you don’t hate me.”
He clamps a hand on the back of my neck, pulling me close to him. “Don’t misunderstand me, Mckenna, I’m not happy. You ignored my phone calls. You could have reached out to me.”
“I thought you didn’t want me!” I protest. It’s hollow, I know, but it’s true.
Okay, it’s not entirely true. I didn’t think Adrian would respond, and I couldn’t bear his rejection. And I guess a part of me was holding out hope.
“I kept hoping that my father would appear. I know that’s silly. But I thought if I reached out to you…I don’t know if he’d take it as me siding with you who called the Feds on him, and he wouldn’t return to me.”
Adrian raises an eyebrow. “So you don’t think your father will come back?”
“I don’t know what to think,” I admit.
“We’ll figure it out,” Adrian tilts my head to him and captures my lips in a kiss that’s so ravishing that I’m completely putty by the time he lets me go. “I believe you.”
He lifts my hand to his lips and kisses it. “Good, hellion. Now let’s see how much I believe you.” His words make my pussy clench with need.
“Yes, Sir.”
I wonder what my enemy has in store for me next.