Page 35 of His Enforcer

“I’ll record him and you’ll have it by tonight.”

Their eyes slam into mine and they consider it, some twin telepathy happening between them.

“Fine. By midnight or the contract is over.”

They turn and get to work as Viktor and I stride away, side by side.

“Why the hell did you offer that? I’m not letting you record me.”

“Oh, but you will. This is yourjob.”

“My job is protecting you, not getting off in front of a camera. That wasn’t part of the contract.”

My hand moves up to the nape of his neck and I squeeze roughly. “You’ll do as you’re told. For the good of the family. Or should I tell Anthony that you’re the reason we lost the brothers?”

He scoffs but doesn’t argue. He knows this is what he has to do. He slides into the driver’s seat and takes me home. Not a word is spoken until we’re inside.

And then my heart rate picks up.

It’s time.

“Do you have to be all up in my business?” Viktor asks as he reclines on my bed, his legs spread, hands covering his dick. He had undressed reluctantly and I recorded him the entire time. I want to make sure the Andromeda brothers have nothing to complain about. Knowing them, they’ll find fault in something and he’ll have to redo the entire thing.

Why does that thought have my cock twitching?

“If I want to get this video right, I do.”

He huffs and leans his head back, accentuating his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He’s gorgeous in a very masculine way. Those lean muscles, the way his nipples pucker with the slightest change in temperature. Or when he’s turned on.

“Fuck. Fine. But don’t ever say I don’t do my job.”

His eyes refuse to meet mine as he grabs the lube and squeezes it on his cock, his fingers wrapping around his long length.He does have a big dick, I think as he spreads his legs slightly and shows himself off. It’s almost like it’s natural for him to do this, to put on a show.

No wonder he was a favorite at the club.

“Maybe you should be a camboy,” I say, and his jaw clicks.

“And why is that?” he asks as he shuttles his fist up and down his cock.

“Because you love being watched.”

“I do not.”

“You fucking do. You were hard as soon as there was mention of getting off in front of a camera with me watching. You crave it.”

He huffs but doesn’t deny it, just works his fist faster.

“Now, kitten, don’t get off too soon. You know they’ll bitch about it.”

He scowls at me, not listening. “They should be happy with whatthey’re getting. They don’t get to just change the contract like this. That’s not how this works.”

“It seems they can do whatever they want.”

“Yeah, they fucking can. Shit,” he says, twisting his wrist, trying for a different angle, but I can see his growing frustration. “I can’t just come on command. I’m not a fucking robot.”

“Oh, but Vik, youwillcome on my command.”

He growls, and I push the camera closer to his dick, getting a close-up of it. Wet and angry, the vein underneath pulsing.

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