Page 46 of His Enforcer

I want him. As much as I tell myself I don’t, I know it’s all a lie.

A lie to save myself from the inevitable hurt in the end.

“Now, what to do with you…” He taps his fingers on the arm of the chair, the same ones I sucked on. They’re slick with my spit and my gaze only slides away from them when he catches me staring.

“You’re not going to do anything with me.”

He narrows his gaze at me and then leans forward, wrenching my neck to the side, forcing me to look at Tatum and Anthony. Tatum is on Anthony’s lap, bouncing on his dick while people watch on. His head is thrown back, and Anthony’s hand clutches at his throat and his hip. The two of them exist in a bubble. No one else is here but them.

“I think I will. Anthony commanded it. I always do as I’m told.”

I huff at that. I can assure you, he does not.

His hands fall from me and he leans back once more.

I turn back slowly, my jaw cracking as I grind my teeth.

“They seem to be perfectly happy here. Tatum knew what he was doing when he left the estate. Anthony needs to let him off that leash or else Tatum is going to get bored with him.”

Luca’s eyes narrow even further and then he grabs onto my hair roughly and pulls me toward him. My face is smashed into his crotch, and I scramble against his thighs as I crawl closer.

“Love this long hair.”

“I’m going to cut it off.”

“No, you fucking won’t. Now take my dick out. We’ve got to keep your sassy mouth busy, it seems.”

“No,” I whimper, but even as I say that, my tongue sneaks out of my mouth and wets my lips in anticipation.

I want it. I want it so fucking badly.

He lets me up just enough to unbutton his pants, and the first thing I notice is the bulge between his legs. He’s hard.

Oh fuck. The thought that he’s into this makes me moan.

Carefully, I unzip his pants and tug them down slightly. His fingers tighten in my hair, his breathing growing slightly more labored as I work his cock through the slit in his boxer briefs.

When it appears, long and hard, I groan when he pushes my head down toward it.

“We’re going to keep you nice and quiet. Those insolent thoughts you have could get you killed. So, really, I’m saving your life,” he says as my lips spread across his crown and sink onto him. I take him as far back as I can, his dick tunneling halfway down my throat and then back up again.

I make the most obscene sound as I pull off him and then am rammed down on his cock once more.

Oh fuck. My eyes roll into the back of my head, my fingers finding each other behind my back as he uses me.

“Good boy,” he murmurs as he shifts slightly, getting a better angle down my throat. I just whine and gag, my dick ridiculously hard and aching between my legs. I want to reach down and stroke it, but he won’t let me. I just know it. This is my punishment.

I feel someone move up behind me and I arch my ass out, feeling fingers start pulling the plug from me before Luca stiffens and holds me tightly against him.

“Don’t you fucking touch him,” he says, and then the man behind me grumbles.

“He has the collar.”

Luca lets go of me for a second to remove it and tosses it aside.

“There. Anyone touches him again, I’ll put a bullet through their fucking brain.”

His cock is still in my mouth and I don’t move, just breathe, lust coursing through my body as his fingers curl into my hair once more and he shoves me down on his cock.

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