Page 102 of His Enforcer

“You’re going to stop doing it.”

“You telling me? Giving me an ultimatum?”

I don’t answer as we walk into his bathroom and I turn on the water, letting him strip down and step under the warm spray. Blood from his wounds rushes down his body and the reddened water swirls and disappears down the drain. His bruised hands move into his hair, and he arches his head back, closing his eyes. At that moment, he looks like a fucking god. All that wet skin, the tattoos.

I strip down and join him.

I don’t even hesitate. Don’t think twice.

“Move,” I murmur, and his eyes pop open, staring at me under the running water. Those long lashes, that golden rim around his irises.

He’s fucking perfection.

“Look at those marks on you. From me. So pretty,” he says about my hickeys.

“Shut the fuck up,” I hiss.

He smirks at me and then runs a hand across his chiseled chest. “You like what you see?”

“I hate it,” I murmur.

With a chuckle, he moves over and I’m able to rinse off, watching as Luca slowly soaps himself up. The tantalizing way his hands run across the tight planes of his body, the way his cock thickensbetween his legs, makes my mouth water. I’m so fucking screwed. My attraction to him is visible.

“My turn,” he says, handing me the soap and standing under the water, rinsing himself off.

His eyes never leave mine, and I can’t look away either, letting the soap move over my body in rigid swipes.

“Why did you come tonight?” he finally asks.

My hands stop moving, and I just watch him.

“You trying to save me? I don’t want to be saved, Vik.”

I swallow and set the soap down. “I don’t either. So what do we do? Just let each other self-destruct until we die?”

He leans his head back and water flows down the sharp line of his jaw. I want to lean forward and bite him. I want to mark him like he’s marked me.

When he finally meets my gaze again, he blinks away the water on his lashes. “I’d rather like it if you didn’t die.”

“Same. So stop getting your head knocked around in a fucking ring full of criminals.”

“We’re criminals.”

“Not like that.”

“We have morals?” he asks, stepping from the water and letting me move under it once more. “You’re delusional if you think we do. We have a semblance of them, our own sense of justice, but we’re not better than those guys, Vik. Remember that.”

I huff and stare at him from under the spray for a moment. “Maybe you’re not, but I am.”

Luca glances at me, his lips turned up in a small grin.

“Is that so? You were ready to put a bullet between Agro’s eyebrows. And for what? Calling me names?”

I turn away, but he pulls me back, his fingers on my chin.

“You were going to murder for me, baby.”

“Fuck you.”

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