Page 58 of His Enforcer

“Told you so. And you’re bleeding all over the fucking floor.”

“Come here,” I rasp. He steps toward me and as soon as he’s close enough, I reach out. My fingers curl around the nape of his neck and I drag him into me. His hands fall to my waist as I slant my mouth over his.

He stiffens before sagging into me, my tongue thrusting into his mouth as his nails dig into my skin. The way he tastes, a moan moving from me into him. He swallows it and leans into me further before I pull back, his lips smeared with my blood, and fuck, I like it.

The way he looks covered in me.

His tongue sneaks out and wets his lips, making me want to do it again, but he just grabs onto my arm and pulls me toward the hallway.

“Don’t fucking kiss me again. Asshole.”

“You fucking loved it,” I say, adjusting my hard dick.

Seems I liked the kiss, too.

“Get in the shower,” he grumbles, and I watch as he leans forward to turn on the water, his shirt pulling up slightly, showing off a sliver of his back. He reaches in and cups a handful of water before splashing his mouth with it, ridding himself of me.

I cock my head, unable to move my eyes from him as he straightens and meets my stare.

“Get the fuck in.”

I don’t move. I just stand there until he starts to undress me. His fingers skirt over my sensitive skin, and I shudder.

He can’t fucking stand it.

He can’t stand me.

I want nothing more than to push him onto his knees and watch my cock disappear down his throat.

It’s made worse when he kneels before me and helps me out of my shorts.

My fingers slide through his hair and tighten as my cock appears, right in front of his face.

Viktor glances up at me, his cheeks pink, his pupils dilated.

“Let go of me,” he grinds out, but I can’t. Don’t want to.

I jerk him toward me, and his mouth parts as the tip of my dick slides between his lips.

“Suck.”

He groans around me, his tongue sliding out and slipping across my slit. The sensation of it, the feeling of that warm, wet heat surrounding me.

I want more. I want it all.

I pull him harder and more of my dick slips between his lips. His eyes slash up to mine, and my nostrils flare as I fist his hair even tighter.

“Fuck,” I moan as I pull him forward and feel his nose brush against the skin of my groin. He swallows around me, his body going slack, his gaze growing hazy, and then I pull him off me, letting himbreathe deeply before repeating it. I feel the wet suction around my cock, pulling me closer and closer to the edge with each thrust down his throat.

He’s loving it, his moans sinking into my skin and making my orgasm crawl higher and higher, to the point that I’m trembling with the need to come.

But then I hear it.

Someone in my house.

Viktor’s eyes flash back to reality, his body stiffening.

“Luca? Viktor?”

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