Page 14 of Enforcer Book Boyfriend

“Damn straight,” he agreed, clapping me on the shoulder with enough force to stagger me. “We sent those fuckers a message they won’t forget.”

“Hope so,” I muttered, my thoughts drifting back to Grace and Tatiana. They were safe now, but at what cost? I just hope this wasn’t the thing that made Gracie walk away from me.

“Hey,” Conall said, nudging me out of my reverie. “You thinkin’ about Grace?”

“Always,” I admitted. “I know she wanted to be a part of this, to have a say in her own safety. But I couldn’t risk her getting caught in the crossfire.”

“Can’t blame you for protecting what’s yours,” he said, a hint of understanding in his voice. “Tatiana’s the same way. Stubborn as hell, but… that’s why we love ‘em.”

“True,” I sighed. “I just hope she understands why I did what I did.”

“Only one way to find out,” he said, walking back towards the car. “Let’s go face the music.”

We’d won the battle, but at what cost to my growing relationship with Grace? I couldn’t shake the feeling that we’d paid too steep a price for victory, and I dreaded the thought of facing Grace’s disappointment.

EIGHT

Grace

The moment the door shut behind us, I followed Dillon into his home and up the stairs. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my skin tingled with anticipation. Tonight had been full of fear, adrenaline, and relief, especially when he and Conall walked back through the door.

Dillon led me to the bedroom, his large hand resting on my lower back, guiding me through the darkness. The room was stark, with only a large king-sized bed covered in black sheets that reflected the dim silvery light from outside. The walls were painted a deep shade of navy blue, making it seem almost claustrophobic. He turned to face me and took my face in his hands, his eyes fierce as he stared down at me.

“Grace,” he growled softly, “you really do not know what you’re getting yourself into.” There was an edge to his voice that told me he was dead serious. “Training starts tomorrow, whether you like it or not.” His words were like bullets piercing the air between us. His grip tightened on my face as if to drive home his point. “I will make sure you can protect yourself better than anyone else.”

I took a deep breath and nodded slowly. “Thank you, Dillon,” I whispered back, my voice just as intense as his. “I want this too.” He understood. Really understood how much this meant to me.

As we stood there looking at each other under the pale moonlight streaming through the curtains, I couldn’t help but notice the hard lines of his jaw and shoulders that seemed even more pronounced. He looked every bit the powerful man of danger and mystery that had first captivated me. But now Isaw something more. A glimmer of vulnerability in those forest green eyes. A flicker of emotion that belied the tough exterior.

Without another word, Dillon leaned down and captured my lips in a searing kiss. It was rough and demanding, his tongue plundering my mouth possessively. I moaned against him, my body melting into his solid frame.

His hands slid down to grip my waist, fingers digging into my hips almost painfully. In one swift motion, he lifted me up, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around him. He carried me the few steps to the bed and threw me down on the firm mattress.

I gazed up at him towering over me, breathing heavily, his eyes dark with lust. He yanked his black t-shirt over his head, revealing the sculpted muscles and ink. Tattoos swirled across his chest and arms.

“Take off your clothes,” he commanded gruffly. “I need to see you,” he grunted, and that was all the confirmation I needed that tonight had changed everything between us. No more half-in, half-out. I found exactly who I was looking for.

“Fucking hell,” I whispered, my fingers fumbling with his belt buckle, the clink of metal echoing through the room as I finally freed it from its constraints. He groaned, low and deep, as my hand slid inside his pants, curling around his hard length.

He pushed me back onto the bed, our bodies colliding with a ferocity that took my breath away. He nipped at my neck, his teeth scraping against my skin as he positioned himself at my entrance. I could feel the heat radiating off him, the raw power that emanated from every inch of his body.

As he entered me, I gasped, my nails digging into his back as he filled me completely. He moved with a relentless pace, each thrust pushing me further towards the edge. It wasn’t gentle, it wasn’t loving. It was primal, animalistic. It was the mergingof two bodies, two souls, in the most raw and unfiltered way imaginable.

The friction between us was intense, my body clenching around him as he moved deeper and deeper. I could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein, as he hit that spot inside me that sent shivers down my spine.

“Harder,” I begged, my voice barely a whisper as I arched my back, grinding my hips against his. He complied, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. I could feel the pressure building inside me, my orgasm just beyond my reach.

“Fuck, Grace,” he groaned, his voice ragged as he slammed into me, our bodies moving in sync as we chased our release. I could feel him growing harder inside me, his cock pulsing as he neared his own climax.

With one last thrust, I felt myself shatter, my orgasm washing over me in waves of pure ecstasy. He followed shortly after, his own release spilling inside me as he collapsed on top of me, both of us panting and sweaty.

We lay there for a moment, our bodies still connected, as we caught our breath. The room was filled with the scent of sex and sweat, and I couldn’t help but smile as I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close.

It wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t perfect, but it was real, and it was ours. And in that moment, I knew that I never wanted it any other way.

“Damn,” Dillon muttered, his voice hoarse with the aftermath, his arm slung heavy over my waist.

“Damn,” I echoed, because what else was there to say? In this life, you didn’t get many moments where you could just be. No looking over your shoulder. No questioning if someone was who they said they were.

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