Page 115 of His Enforcer

We stare at one another, long and hard, until he reaches out and grabs onto my neck, squeezing roughly.

I maneuver out of the way, not letting him hold me down. Not this time. I’m not going to just let him kiss me into submission. I want to talk. At least a little conversation about what happened back in the warehouse.

Me moving out of his way only irritates Luca further. He pursues me until I’m against the wall. His body crowds mine, and I shove at him, needing space. When he’s like this, I melt. He knows what it does to me.

He steps back and then pushes forward once more.

“Are we going to talk about it?” I growl, and Luca’s face darkens. “Or are you just going to fight me?”

His eyes flash and he steps forward once more.

My hands connect with his chest, and he falls back. I see the anger in his gaze, dark and unyielding.

“Viktor.”

“Just say what’s bothering you,” I hiss as he prowls toward me once more. “Why are you acting like a fucking crybaby?”

“Let me go find Anthony,” he counters, but I shove him again and this time, he charges toward me, knocking my breath from my lungs as he pins me against the wall.

“Yoohoo, fuckfaces,” a voice says behind him, and I turn to see Lex, hand on his hip, his head cocked in annoyance. “You’re being very disruptive. Can you take this mating dance elsewhere? I’m trying to find the bad man.”

Luca doesn’t move from where he’s holding me, but I manage a small nod and a response.

“Yes.”

Luca doesn’t let up, but I eventually pry his fingers from me and we push the hidden door open and slide into the caverns which lead beneath the floors.

As soon as we make it to the bottom of the stairs, I turn toward Luca again.

“Stop being like this and tell me,” I hiss, but he doesn’t respond, just pulls out a cigarette and places it between his lips.

I scoff, lighting it despite not wanting to. I want to make him wait, just like he’s made me suffer.

But I don’t. I’m a sucker for him.

He inhales and blows smoke from the side of his mouth, his eyes meeting mine in the dim, flickering lights above us. It smells like earth down here, damp and wet. And now it smells like him.

“What’s there to tell?” he murmurs, and I frown at him.

“I said or did something to piss you off. I need to know what.”

“Why? Do you care, kitten?”

I fold my arms across my chest as he inhales once again.

“I do. Much to my eternal regret.”

“Fine,” he says after a long, drawn-out silence. He flicks his cigarette onto the ground, where it’s snuffed out in a puddle. He takes a step toward me, shadows falling across the sharp cut of his jaw, his eyes shining in the orange light. His strong fingers cup my chin and tighten. “You’re more than a slutty hole. And I better be more than a big cock.”

I swallow at his honesty, my heart swelling in my chest.

Oh fuck, this is so, so bad.

“Fine,” I murmur as his thumb brushes against my bottom lip, pulling it down slightly.

“Fine,” he repeats and then his hand falls from me and he turns on his heel, moving quickly through the tunnels, leaving me to follow closely behind.

As we round a corner, we hear a moan, and Luca’s steps falter.

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