Page 133 of His Enforcer

A moment later, Luca hangs up and tosses his phone to the side. It hits the nightstand and tumbles to the floor.

“I don’t want to go to fucking Vegas,” I murmur, and he chuckles.

“You sore, baby?”

“I am, but fuck,” I groan and flex my ass. “It’s so good. I want to stay in here and just have sex.”

His fingers massage the globes of my ass, and I sigh.

“Pretty boy,” he whispers and then kisses the top of my head. “But we need to end this. I’m tired of dead bodies showing up at my doorstep.”

“Yeah. I do want to stay in bed for a week after this, though.”

“Being fucked?”

“Yes.”

Luca chuckles once more and then pats my ass. “Time to get up, princess. We’ve gotta move.”

“I know.”

I roll off him, my body sticky with sweat and cum, and stand up. My legs are shaky, my ass twinging from the dick I took last night. It’s an odd realization knowing I won’t need multiple men to satisfy me moving forward.

It seems Luca is enough for me. But I’m not opposed to them watching.

“Shit, I missed messages from the guys,” Luca says after picking his phone up off the floor. “Seems they lost Bane.”

“We’ll find him in the trunk, I bet. Napping.”

“Fuck knows. But they didn’t find out anything new from the club, so that was a waste.”

“It’s up to Declan then.”

“Seems so.”

We stare at each other, and Luca points to the shower. “Let’s wash up and then we can meet the guys for breakfast. It’s a four-hour drive and I don’t want you hungry.”

“Oh fuck,” I murmur, and Luca smirks.

“That ass.” He leans into me and kisses my neck. My cock perksup, and Luca reaches around me, teasing me with a lingering touch. He tugs on my length, continuing to drag his lips up and down my neck, making me lean against him, wanting to call this entire thing off and just spend the rest of the day in bed.

But we have things to do. I know it. Luca does too. His kisses eventually end and he drags me into the shower, washing me slowly, fingering my sore hole softly as I lean against his shoulder. Who would have thought Luca Rossi would be so gentle? Especially with me.

But he was three years ago.

And he was last night as well.

With careful hands, Luca turns me around, and I lean against his chest, his soapy fingers sliding up and down my abdomen, landing on my cock and stroking it. I’m relaxed, mindless, just letting him take care of me.

He leans forward, his lips landing on my shoulder as his hands drag down my thighs. And then he kneels, washing my legs and feet, his mouth on my ass cheeks, his teeth nibbling, his stubble abrading my skin.

I want him to eat my ass again. As sore as I am, I want it.

I arch my hips back, and I hear him chuckle.

“When we get to Vegas, pretty boy,” he says. “You’re too sore.”

“I can take it,” I hiss, and he bites down roughly on the globe of my ass.

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