Page 26 of His Enforcer

“Tish is lying to you,” I say lowly, and Luca meets my gaze.

“Maybe, maybe not. Now shut up and let me drink in peace.” An angry growl escapes me, and he chuckles. “Now, kitten, don’t be so upset. I’ll still let you look at my cock and ass.”

My hand tightens on my gun and I talk myself out of pointing it at his dick and firing.

“I have had much better dicks than yours,” I murmur. “Yours is pathetic.”

He peers over at me, the drink in his hand, his lips at the edge of the glass.

“Now, you know that’s not true.”

I swallow roughly and shift in my seat as he sips at his drink.

“If I remember correctly, that night, you moaned that it was the best fuck of your life.”

My lungs squeeze, and I feel mortification crash into me.

I don’t remember that. Fuck, did I really say that?

“I think we should get a hotel tonight. I don’t want to drive home in traffic and we still have several more clubs to hit tomorrow.”

“That would have been nice to know so we could have packed shit for an overnight stay,” I manage to hiss.

Luca winks at me and then pats my cheek roughly.

“Poor baby. But I think you’ll survive.”

That’s one way to put it. A hotel room with him? I’m not sure I will make it out alive.

By the time we make it to the hotel on the outskirts of the city, I have a headache. If he wanted to stay the night somewhere, he should have told me beforehand. I could have packed a suitcase. Now all we have are the clothes on our backs and the shit in our pockets. I’m going to start keeping a go-bag from now on.

“Why don’t you go to the corner store and grab us some toiletries,” Luca says as he hands me a key to the room.

“Why don’t you get them yourself, since you didn’t plan this trip out for shit?”

His tongue clicks and he cocks his head. “Or you can just be a good boy and do as I say.”

I snatch the card from his fingers and stomp off, adjusting myself as I go.Fuck this, I think as I make my way to the corner store and collect toothbrushes, toothpaste, and deodorant. The hotel should have shampoo and soap, so I don’t bother with those. It is a nice place. At least he isn’t forcing me to stay in some budget motel.

When I return, I nearly choke when I see Luca standing naked inthe middle of the room, looking like a fucking god. All those tattoos and that tanned skin. And those muscles.

So many muscles.

“What the hell are you doing?” I ask, taking in the fact this room only has one bed.

Of course it does. This is just my fucking luck.

“And where the fuck is the other bed?” I manage to choke out.

He turns to look at me. “There’s a conference in the hotel today. We’re lucky we got this one. And as to the fact that I’m naked, well, today’s your lucky day, Vik. Put your clothes in that bag. The hotel will launder them for us.”

“This could have been dealt with by preparing for this trip or choosing a hotel that wasn’t packed full,” I say, peeling my gaze from him.

He wants me to look. He’s not into men, but he enjoys torturing me. It’s his favorite pastime.

Luca ignores me, moving toward the window and pushing it open before striding back toward me, his dick swinging between his legs, thick and heavy. I swallow, my throat clicking as I try to force my gaze away from him.

It doesn’t work.

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