Page 31 of Enforcer's Obsession

I realized in that moment that he was still walking, and I was too.

Found myself back in that corner.

But I wasn’t alone.

“You would’ve shot me, bellisima,” he whispered.

His huge body was towering over me.

I met his eyes, realized that they weren’t black as I had thought on first glance, but instead a deep rich brown, the color sparking in a way that was in contrast with his bland tone.

“I am surprised, but not entirely disappointed,” he said.

“Wh-what does that mean?” I asked, though I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer.

“But now you have to be punished,” he whispered instead of answering my question.

SEVEN

Hope

“Punished?”I gulped.

He nodded slowly, the motion sending one lock of hair flopping on his forehead.

It made him look more human, which made him that much more terrifying.

“I…”

“Shut up, Hope,” he said, his voice stern.

He pressed the butt of the gun against my collarbone and I shivered.

But my shiver wasn’t because of the gun.

It wasn’t fear either.

My heart was racing, and I reminded myself it was adrenaline.

It’s just adrenaline.

Only adrenaline.

I kept thinking that even as my nipples puckered, then I sealed my lips into a thin line as he stroked the gun down thecurve of my breast, using the butt to circle my hard nipple, one that was clearly visible through the thin T-shirt.

He did the same with the other. Then worked his way down, over my stomach, even farther to settle the butt of the gun between my legs.

I shuddered again and still not out of fear.

No, it washim, the way he touched my most intimate flesh that had me on edge.

“Definitely punished,” he said.

He was tall enough that he could put the gun on the dresser without moving, and I sighed in its absence.

Then bit my lip to hold back a moan when he put his hand where the gun had been. I forced myself to stay still, tried to pretend I wasn’t wet, but I could smell my arousal.

Knew that he could too.

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