Page 18 of His Enforcer

“No. You’re coming inside with me.”

“You don’t fucking need me. You have a bunch of men in there who’d kill for you. I can stay in the fucking car.”

“And Anthony asked you to protect me. Now, what would he think if I told him you weren’t following his orders?”

He huffs, but gets out of the car, pulling his jacket over the gun tucked in the back of his pants and following me inside. As we step over the threshold, I’m greeted by a few burly men who also nod at Viktor. We stop and chat for a minute before we make our way to the locker room. It’s there that I throw my things onto a bench and start to undress. Viktor’s eyes slide from the lockers beside me to my body, lingering on my bare skin. I may undress a little slower because of those eyes on me.

“Why don’t you step in the ring with me?” I suggest as I pull on my shorts and grab the tape for my hands.

“Because I don’t want to fuck you up.”

A laugh escapes me at that. “Or maybe you don’t want to get too close to me,” I say, stopping in front of him and leaning forward, his lips hovering near mine. “Wouldn’t want you to come in front of everyone with my name on your lips. Or would you like that?”

He frowns, his cheeks darkening, but doesn’t deny it.

And that gets me through my entire workout. Knowing he’s watching me. Lusting after me. He tries to hide it, but I can see it. The way he adjusts himself as his eyes track over my muscles, the way he bites his lip as I land punches on my opponent. I may take a hit or two, but every time I do, I peer over at Viktor and see him wetting his lips. Like he wants to crawl into the ring and lick the sweat from my skin.

When I’m done, I hop down, wiping my face with a towel and moving toward the locker rooms.

“Need you to stand guard while I shower,” I say, unable to help myself. He’s so fucking fun to toy with.

He grumbles under his breath but doesn’t talk back, just follows me to the communal shower and stands near the entrance as I strip my clothes off, tossing them at him until I’m completely naked. There are two other men under the water who nod at me as I enter,but I barely notice them. Because my gaze moves to Viktor as I squirt soap onto my palm and rub it into my hair and then down my body.

His nostrils flare and his hands curl into fists as I continue to wash. The other two men finish up and move past me, disappearing behind the lockers, leaving me alone in this large space. I lean my head back and let my hands trail down to my cock, cupping and tugging it.

Viktor clears his throat, and I peer through wet lashes to meet his searing gaze.

For some reason, the idea of him walking up to me and sinking to his knees makes my cock thicken.

I’ve never been obsessed with another man like this.

Anthony and I may have done things in the past, but that was strictly with Laura. It was never him who got me going.

Even if I did like watching.

It was always her.

But now…

“Like what you see?” I ask, my voice low.

“Fuck no. It’s disgusting.”

I let out a laugh and let my cock drop from my grip, rinsing off before turning the water off. He holds out a towel as I stride toward him, and I grab it from him, wrapping it around my waist and pushing past him, making sure to bump into him as I go.

He falls back slightly and then, without warning, he shoves me so hard that I stumble forward and fall into the lockers with a clank.

A few of the guys still changing peer over at us, and I hold up my hands, wanting to diffuse whatever that was. Perhaps I pushed him too far.

Perhaps I didn’t push him far enough.

I know how rough he likes it.

“It’s all good,” I tell them and then turn on my heel and face Viktor, whose chest is heaving, his eyes a little wild. “Touch me again like that and I will bend you over and make you regret it.”

His breath hitches and I can’t help but step toward him, reachingdown and grabbing onto his dick. It’s hard and thick in my palm, and I squeeze it roughly.

His bottom lip is pulled between his teeth as I twist my wrist, making him whimper, his body shifting up onto his toes.