Page 20 of His Enforcer

I scroll to another, one where he’s doing a bench press, and my eyes can’t help but slide down to the obvious dick outline in those thin workout shorts. My fist strokes up and down my shaft as I stare at it, my tongue peeking out and wetting my lips.

What I wouldn’t give to have that down my fucking throat.

I’m so fucking thirsty for it.

I grunt and then mentally chastise myself.

No. I fucking won’t do this. I won’t.

My hand slides out of my shorts and I move my finger to shut the app down, but instead, I accidentally hit video call. I’m so shocked by this that I just stare at the phone ringing, my face in view of the camera, my eyes wide, my lips swollen and wet.

When I finally snap to, I end the call immediately, but shit, he’ll see it. My heart is racing, my entire body clenched with nerves.

Oh god, what did I do? He’s going to know.

Oh fuck.

My phone buzzes and I stare up at it, Luca’s handle appearing on my phone.

He’s calling me back.

I shouldn’t answer.

Iwon’tfucking answer.

He hangs up and then calls again, making my heart nearly thump out of my chest. It’s visible through my skin, cartoonish in nature.

Oh fuck, he’s not going to stop until he gets what he wants. I have to answer.

With regret and sluggish fingers, I swipe at my phone, seeing Luca’s face appear on the screen in seconds. He looks even hotter now, his eyes widening slightly before falling back into a hooded gaze.

“Fucking knew it was you, you little pervert. Were you looking at my videos, getting off to thoughts of me?”

“Hell no,” I murmur, hating that my voice comes out raspy, a telltale sign of what I’m truly feeling.

“You were. You can’t help yourself, can you?”

I don’t answer, just stare at him, my eyes boring into his through the screen.

“You just think about all the different ways I can fuck you. You imagine it, drool over it. Don’t you?”

I feel my pulse in my throat, swallowing roughly.

“I don’t.”

“You do. You want me to bend you over, spread those cheeks, and take you. Just like those men did that night. You want to be fucked so thoroughly that you can’t walk after. You want to feel it for days.”

An ache builds between my legs.

“Let me tell you something, Viktor. With me, you wouldn’t need ten men to take that ass. You’d only need me. But you already know that.”

My hips are arching up, begging for it.

“Too bad you’re not my type,” he adds with a quirk of his lips and then the screen goes dark. Leaving me lying there in bed, with a drooling dick, and my libido so high my entire body is shaking. My phone falls onto the floor and I turn on the bed, groaning into the pillow in frustration.

Why the fuck does he insist on tormenting me like this? What the hell is his problem?

He must enjoy it. That’s the only explanation because he’s not interested in fucking me. Just fuckingwithme.

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