Page 38 of His Enforcer

“Stop fucking moving.”

I don’t stop, trying to get away from him. Somehow, he ended up behind me in bed, holding me tightly to him. And now he’s not letting me go.

“What the fuck?” I murmur, my voice catching slightly. This is not good. Not at all. It’s making me want things I can’t have.

I can’t ever have him.

My dick enjoys it, though. It’s hard and aching between my legs.

Luca’s fingers tug on my nipple, and I bite my bottom lip so hard it stings.

He’s playing with me. He is. There’s no other explanation for this.

This is a game to him.

I’m a fucking pawn.

“Let me go,” I grumble, despite my ass grinding into his morning wood, and for a split second, I envision him pushing inside of me.

He’d fuck me so good. God, the way he’d own me.

The way he did that night.

Oh shit.

“Shut up,” he murmurs as his teeth sink into the skin of my neck, and I groan at the sensation. And he doesn’t let go. He keeps his teeth there, his tongue flicking out and wetting the skin his teeth have captured. Pain zings through me, down my arm, and up to my face, but fuck, I love it.

I love it when it hurts.

His fingers skate down my chest, over the mess I let dry there last night. His fingernails drag across my abs, assuredly leaving little pink lines as he goes, and despite hating it, I can’t help but arch into his touch.

“Good boy, Vik. Such a good fucking boy,” he coos lowly in my ear, and his hand wraps around my cock. The sensation of his hand on my dick makes me keen. I can’t fucking help the deplorable sounds leaving my mouth.

I should tell him to stop, should save myself from this game I’ve found myself twisted in, but I don’t. I bite back those words and let myselfexperienceit. He gets everything just right, the way he grips me, the pace of his strokes. Everything about him is perfect.

As if he’s been watching me just as much as I’ve watched him all these years.

It’s been so many years.

“You like that, hm?” he asks, his lips trailing across my skin as he speaks. “You like it rough or a little soft?”

When I don’t answer, he growls. “You don’t like anything soft, do you? You just want to be owned. Well, guess who owns you right now, kitten?”

I nearly purr at that, hating myself for letting this happen, but unwilling to stop it. It’s been so long since I’ve gotten some. Granted,it happened last night, but still. I’m a horny fuck and I need more than one orgasm a week.

“Say my name when you come,” he commands as he twists his wrist and makes a muffled cry leave my lips. “Say it. Fucking say it.”

I bite my bottom lip so hard it bleeds, but his name doesn’t come out as my release explodes from me. Instead, I swallow it down, letting it burrow inside of me.

Luca. Luca. Luca.

His hand leaves me abruptly and my orgasm ends with a cry of frustration. I feel sensation pulse through me, and not the good kind. I should still be riding out my orgasm, but he left me hanging.

It’s because I didn’t say his name. Didn’t moan it like the whore he wants me to be.

“Fuck you,” I manage to murmur, tasting the blood from my lip as it hits my tongue.

“Not a fucking chance in hell,” he says, moving off the bed. I roll over and watch him go, grabbing onto my dick and tugging it gently, but it’s too late, the orgasm has been ruined.

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