Page 51 of His Enforcer

“Is this my punishment, too?” I grunt, trying to sound angry, but it comes out more like a plea.

“Yes.”

I slowly jack myself, angry and boiling with sexual frustration as we drive along the freeway, crawling home at a glacial pace until he finally tells me to take my hand away from my dick. At this point, I’m so miserable, my dick so hard and balls so full it’s painful. I’m getting a headache behind my eyes.

And I was so focused on not coming that I didn’t realize we’re not at my place after all, but Luca’s.

“Why the hell am I not at my apartment?” I ask, tucking my hard dick away and trying to clear my mind enough to think clearly. It doesn’t work.

I’m in a fog of lust.

“I want to make sure you follow the rules. We do know how you like to break them,” he replies as he parks the car in his large garage and slides out. I watch him move into the house without looking back, and my head slams into the headrest.

Fuck this, I think as I stare down at my dick tenting my sweat pants. I’m not going to survive the night. I’m going to have to break his rules and get off. I won’t sleep otherwise.

But I also can’t sit here forever. So I follow him inside and see him at the kitchen counter, pouring himself a drink.

“Would you like one?” he asks, and I shake my head, folding my arms across my chest and glowering at him.

“Why the sour face?”

He knows why. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want him controlling me.

You liar. You crave it. Crave him.

“Why don’t you go shower and get into bed?”

“I’m not getting into bed. Not with you.”

He scoffs. “I didn’t say we were sharing a bed.”

My cheeks flame at that, my hands falling to my sides and curling into fists.

“Now be a good boy and do what I said.”

“I’m not lighting your fucking cigarettes anymore or killing the fucking spiders. Just know that. I’m done.”

“Oh, but you will.”

We stare at each other for a long moment, and then I ask the question again, the one that I can’t let go of. “Why did you buy the club after that night?”

Luca takes a sip of his drink. “That’s none of your business.”

“I heard there was a memo?—”

“Go the fuck to sleep, Vik. I’m not answering your questions.”

“You never do. Fuck you, Luca.”

I stalk past him and find a random guest room, locking the door behind me and pressing my back to it. My hand slides down my pants and I grab my dick, shuttling my fist up and down my shaft, but before I come, I stop.

I hate that I’m obeying him, but I have to.

I want to.

I go to bed miserable, furious with myself, and hating Luca even more.

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