Page 4 of His Enforcer

“Haven’t been here on a Thursday before, so who knows? Maybe I’ll beat my personal record. Maybe it will be five.”

She giggles at that just as someone approaches her from behind. I turn away, wanting to give her privacy. I don’t want to get involved with anyone she’s with. Nor do I want any drama.

I just want to be fucked.

Just as I think that, two men move up beside me, their strong hands turning and guiding me toward the middle of theroom. They obviously want to put on a show and honestly, with the way I’m flying right now, that’s perfectly fine with me. I’m relaxed and loose, ready to take on anything or anyone.

Before me is an oversized velvet ottoman and I stare down at it, wanting to wait for these men to tell me what to do, to arrange me how they want. I really don’t want to make any decisions. I like to be owned.

As I stand there and wait, I peer over my shoulder to glance at Alina, to see if she’s watching when I see him. The man who meets me in my dreams, the one who touched my hand today and made me rethink my entire life.

“Fuck,” I murmur when I see Luca Rossi standing there, a cigarette between his lips, his eyebrow cocked.

What the hell is he doing here? What the actual fuck!

I don’t have too much time to ponder it because I’m suddenly being pressed onto the cushions, ass up in the air, my head twisted to the side. And from my position, cheek smashed into the fabric, I’m forced to look at him, his gaze boring into mine.

Asshole is going to watch.

Goddammit, I hate this. I want to scream, to shout at him to leave me the fuck alone, but I can’t. Because I love that I hate it. Love that I want it.

He can watch. I won’t tell these men to stop fucking me. If Luca wants to see this, he can. There’s no shame in what I do. And honestly, this ismyplace. Not his. Whatever business he has, whatever brought him here, he can do it elsewhere.

The man behind me slides his fingers into my ass, and I grunt, my nostrils flaring, my dick leaking.

“He’s loose,” he says before adding another finger. “Think we can both fit.”

I turn my gaze back to Luca, who is still staring at me intently. He’s leaning forward in his seat, that lit cigarette hovering near his lips. He looks sinister, focused. I’ve seen him like this when he’sinterrogating a suspect. It’s always that stance, the look he wears before he beats the shit out of them.

He lets out a puff of smoke and wets his lips.

Fuck him for being here. Really, fuck him for invading my space. But there’s no going back now. He already knows why I’m here. It’s obvious now. My ass is in the air, the collar is around my neck.

I know he’ll use this against me if I let him watch, but I also don’t want to leave because of him.

I don’t want him to win.

For some reason, the thought of him having even the tiniest sliver of control over my sex life makes anger and lust surge through me. It burns through my chest, carving out an angry welt as my muscles tense and my flushed cock drips.

“Put in more,” the man behind me says as lube is stuffed inside of me, my fingers curling into the velvet beneath my hands. I will my eyes closed so I don’t look at Luca during this.

I’m not ashamed.

There’s nothing to be ashamed of.

This is my kink, not his.

He doesn’t own me in any way.

Suddenly, my collar is yanked back and I’m forced to stand, the men maneuvering me into position, one lying on his back on the ottoman and the other lifting me to sit on his cock. I take it easily, my channel wet and open from being fucked twice already.

I glance down at the burly man beneath me and lean forward as I feel the other cock slot at my entrance. I bear down, taking it with a low moan, my eyes flicking open and closed, my gaze falling on Luca once more.

He hasn’t looked away, his cigarette gone now as the men work me over, my hole taking a beating as they do. But I relish it, the pain, the sensation moving up my spine, down my thighs, and settling right in my balls.

“Fuck, I bet he could fit a third in here,” the man behind me groans as his skin slaps againstmy ass.

I bet I could. I’m just that good.

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