Page 29 of His Enforcer

“When you’re done making out with your pillow, your food is here.”

I lift my head, cheeks flaming. I wasn’t making out with my fucking pillow. But I swallow those words down, not even wanting to engage with him.

Luca lifts a few boxes from a paper bag and sets them on the small desk in the corner.

He points to one, “Yours.”

I sit up, put the towel around my waist, and approach as Lucalounges, bare-assed, in a chair, legs spread, exposing his cock and balls to me. He pulls out a burger, biting into it sloppily, some spilling onto his chest.

Disgusting, I think even as my mind envisions me kneeling between his spread legs and lapping it up.

Like a fucking dog.

I pry open my box and see a plain chicken breast on some rice. I peer over at Luca’s burger, and he winks at me.

“Have to keep that figure, kitten.”

I grab the box and make my way back to the bed, eating the food quickly and chugging a bottle of water, peering over at Luca, who is licking his fingers. Slowly.

He leans forward, his abs and biceps flexing as he goes, and grabs another box.

His tongue peeks out and wets his lips, peeling it open and grabbing a spoon from a wrapper.

“Crème brûlée,” he says, taking a small bite and licking it salaciously off the utensil.

I stare at him, stomach grumbling for something sweet as well. It has nothing to do with his mouth or the way he’s groaning.

“Can’t look away, can you? Want a bite?” he asks, holding out his spoon toward me.

I meet his gaze and see the spark of competition in it. Without a thought other than winning this one, I stand up, walk toward him, and straddle his thighs. The move surprises him, his arm faltering slightly as I place the entirety of my weight on his lap before leaning forward, grabbing his wrist, and bringing the spoon right up to my mouth. I engulf it, dragging my lips down the plastic silverware and popping off it with a moan.

“So good,” I rasp, and Luca’s nostrils flare.

“You think you’re so fucking clever.”

“Two can play this game.”

“I do love games,” he replies and then holds up another bite forme. I can’t believe he’s letting me sit on his lap like this, like two lovers spending a night together. We hate each other.

He slides the spoon down my tongue and swirls it at the tip.

“Such a cockslut.”

I huff and swallow, starting to move off him, but his hand grabs onto my hip.

“No, you eat all of it.”

I don’t know why he’s demanding this of me. But he likes control and, for some reason, I like being used. The perfect pairing.

“Fuck off,” I whisper as I open my mouth and he pushes another mouthful inside.

“Swallow.” And I do as he says, my body relaxing as he does this, demanding things from me,makingme.

“Look at you, doing what I command. If I told you to get on your knees and suck my dick, you would.”

I don’t say a word, but he can see my answer in my eyes.

Oh fuck. Make me, Luca.

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