Page 37 of His Enforcer

Even when I was with Laura and Anthony decades ago, I never got off on watching him. It was always her. But then again, Viktor has always gotten under my skin. Even as a gangly teen, he bugged the shit out of me. But now that he’s older, I want to peel him open and watch him cry.

I clutch his cock harder.

He cries out, his dick dark purple, the tip dripping.

“Fuck, Luca.Fuck,” he murmurs as I twist my wrist. His lips are wet, dark red from where he’s biting them. And for some reason, I want to crawl up his body and stuff my cock down his throat.

My dick likes that idea. It thickens in my pants, hard and insistent as I work Viktor toward the edge.

“You gonna come for me? You going to moan my name?”

He shakes his head, his fingers twisted up in the sheets, his entire body arching off the bed.

“Maybe I should edge you, make you wait for it?”

He moans and his eyes meet mine. Something moves through those dark depths, and I feel my cock jump.

I want him.

I want to make him gag around me.

Just as I think that, Viktor cries out and his cock shoots cum across his chest. His orgasm is drawn out, his dick jerking in my hand as I squeeze every last drop from it. When he’s done, he falls to his back, his body sprawled across my mattress, his limbs limp and stretched out.

“Oh fuck,” he murmurs as I stop the video and then send it to the brothers.

I don’t say anything as I do it, just watch as his chest heaves, his eyelids shutting.

“That was terrible,” he murmurs, but I know it wasn’t. I know he wants more. I bet that wasn’t even enough for his little slut ass.

I stuff the phone in my pocket and adjust my cock before striding from the room.

I need a fucking drink.

When I make my way back to the bedroom after a long, stiff drink, a smoke, and a call to Anthony to update him on what’s been going on, I see Viktor still sprawled out on my bed. He’s taking up the entire thing, slumbering peacefully. His abdomen is smeared with his release, his cock half-hard between his legs. If he was awake, he’d be begging for more. I guarantee it.

I lean against the doorjamb and stare at him, the defined planes of his body, the muscles of his arms and chest. Those long legs.

I should sleep on the couch, should let myself get some rest, as fitful as it normally is. But for some reason, I undress, pulling off my shirt and pants, clad only in my boxers, and slide in next to Viktor. He doesn’t make space for me, just flounders a bit, making small huffing noises with his mouth as his legs and arms sprawl across me.

It’s not comfortable, not at all.

I rearrange him.

He murmurs in his sleep and ends up sprawled out like a starfish.

With a grunt, I realize that the only way I’m going to sleep here with him is if I restrain him. So, with a few heaves, I move him against me, wrapping him tightly with my arms and legs, his back to my chest, his legs tangled with mine, and my face pressed against the back of his neck.

He sighs happily, like a baby being swaddled, and melts into me.

Well, fuck.I didn’t expect that, I think as I inhale the scent of him. Something earthy and warm. My lips skate across his skin, and Viktor wiggles up against me. His ass hits my cock, and I feel it lengthen against him.

I probably won’t sleep well tonight, I think as my eyes close, and surprisingly, darkness consumes me in minutes.

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VIKTOR

Iwake in bits and pieces, my eyes slowly opening as my limbs try to stretch out, but something is holding me down. Something strong and warm. I grunt and hear Luca murmur behind me, his voice deep with sleep.

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