Page 4 of Enforcer Book Boyfriend

My heart hammered against my chest. “And what does it feel like? To have that kind of power?”

“Like being a goddamn king. Even if it’s just a kingdom of shadows and blood.”

“Damn…” A breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding escaped my lips. I was drawn to him, to the raw honesty of hiswords, to the promise of darkness that flirted with the edges of my safe, mundane existence.

“Never thought a girl like you would get off on this shit.”

“Maybe I’m not the girl you think I am,” I teased, but there was truth in my jest. “Maybe I’m tired of playing it safe.”

“Playing with me isn’t safe, Gracie.” His warning was blunt, unapologetic.

“Who said I wanted anything resembling safe?” I challenged. The truth was, I craved a connection to a world beyond my own.

“Shit, you’re full of surprises,” he typed, and I could almost hear the grin in his words. “You sure you’re ready for where this road leads?”

“Try me,” I dared, the words a reflection of the desire that coursed through me. It wasn’t just Dillon’s world that enticed me—it was Dillon himself, the enigma, the force of nature that pulled me toward the edge.

“Careful, Gracie. You keep pulling me closer and I’ll never leave,” he warned, but we both knew it was too late. I was already falling under his spell and there was no other choice but to see this through until the end.

I tapped the screen with a kind of reckless abandon, my fingers barely keeping up with the racing thoughts in my head. I could feel the heat building between my thighs as I typed out my words, “If your life is so dangerous, why are you here on the site? What can someone like me, who isn’t connected to your life, do for you? I would think someone like me would be a waste of your time.”

“Honestly,” he typed, “watching my boss with his wife made me crave more.” He paused, fingers hovering over the keys before he continued. It seemed as if he were confessing his deepest desires. “It’s like witnessing a twisted fairy tale. They’re wrapped up in each other so tightly that nothing else exists. Notthe law, not our rivals, not even death itself.” The message hung in the air, heavy with longing and envy.

“Sounds intense. Dangerous,” I replied, my curiosity piqued at the idea of such an unwavering bond. “But damn, it must be something to feel that kind of… devotion.”

“Intense doesn’t even begin to cover it, Gracie. But yeah, there’s something about knowing someone’s got your back no matter what kind of shitstorm rolls in.” His words lingered on the screen, and I could sense the longing behind them.

“Is that what you’re looking for, Dillon? Someone to share your own brand of twisted fairy tale with?” I asked, already guessing the answer but needing to hear him say it.

“Isn’t that what we’re all looking for?” he shot back almost immediately. “Someone who sees the monsters inside us and doesn’t run. Hell, maybe even likes those monsters a little.”

A chuckle escaped me, a sound that felt too light for the weight of our conversation. “You really know how to sell the dream, don’t you?”

“Only if you’re buying, Gracie,” he teased, but beneath the banter, there was a thread of sincerity.

“Maybe I am,” I admitted, feeling a surge of boldness. “There’s only one way to find out.”

His next message took a few moments longer to appear, building anticipation like the charged air before a storm.

“Are you ready to meet me in person? It’s been over a week. You know I’ve already been vetted by this site. My boss got a good laugh at that, but it’s all good. Come on, Gracie. Let’s get off this chat and meet.”

“Face to face?” My fingers hovered above the keyboard. This was stepping beyond the safety of encrypted messages into a reality I wasn’t sure I was ready for.

“Scared?” There it was, the challenge in his words, the same challenge I’d seen lurking in his stories of narrow escapes and life on the razor’s edge.

“Never,” I typed back, lying through my teeth but excited by the possibility. “Alright. Let’s do it.”

“Brave girl,” he responded, and I could picture his smirk, sharp and dangerous.

“I’m not afraid, Dillon. I want this,” I shot back, my pulse racing with the prospect of finally meeting the man who’d seduced me with shadows and whispers of violence. It wasn’t just curiosity anymore. It was a need. A desire.

“Be careful what you wish for,” Dillon warned, an edge of excitement in his text. But neither of us were backing down, not now. Not when the game had become so real.

“Name the place and time,” I demanded. My heart hammered against my ribs as I read Dillon’s words, each letter a step deeper into his world.

“Ever heard of The Velvet Rope?” he shot back. It was a place whispered about in hushed tones—a discreet nightclub known for its shadowy clientele and even darker secrets.

“Sounds ominous,” I typed, a smirk playing on my lips as I imagined the thrill of entering such a forbidden space.

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