Page 61 of His Enforcer

I throw an arm over my eyes and try to sleep, but it’s elusive, a slippery thing. It’s only made worse when he turns slightly and his hand brushes against my skin. He does that a lot—touch me.

It’s gotten worse over the past three years.

It’s almost like it’s on purpose.

“Fuck.Fuck,” I murmur as his fingers curl against my abdomen.

I can’t take it anymore.

Shoving him off me, he rolls onto his back, his eyes snapping open.

“Vik, what the hell?” It comes out on a grunt, and I sit up, pushing the heels of my palms into my eyes.

“Please stop fucking touching me.”

He’s silent for a moment and then I feel the crawl of his hand up over the back of my neck and into my hair.

“Come here.”

I try to shake him away, but don’t manage. He just pulls me closer andcloseruntil my face is pressed against the skin of his abdomen. I can feel the ripple of muscle beneath my cheek, the scent of his soap and I whimper slightly.

“I’m not crawling,” I murmur, but he doesn’t respond, just pulls me closer to what I want—his dick, hard and straining against the curve of my lips. I can’t help but engulf it. The weight of it on my tongue, the taste of him, makes everything else I was previously struggling with disappear. Evaporating instantly.

I’m nothing but the mist of need between us.

Everything seems to fall into place as I suck him, and I fucking hate that it’s Luca I want.

I turn slightly at the same time he does, an orchestrated move, slotting his cock right down my throat.

He groans low as I swallow around him and then proceed to let him fuck my mouth. Over andoveruntil I’m mindless, a toy to be used. A hole.

For his pleasure.

For him.

Always him.

And even so, my own body is at the precipice of falling, of exploding into a million pieces. My cock is so hard it throbs in my lace panties as he continues to take me, use me, make me his.

I didn’t crawl, I think as he wraps his leg around my shoulder and arches his hips up into me. The way he tunnels inside of me, the way I’m drooling for it.

The sounds I’m making.

Feral, unhinged, desperate.

His fingers tighten in my hair and he whispers my name as he empties himself down my throat. I drink all of it, keeping his length in my mouth as I will my own body not to release. To hold onto that euphoria for a little bit longer.

As I lie there, his cock softens against my tongue and still, I don’t move.

Not yet.

“Greedy boy,” he murmurs, his fingers no longer tugging, but carding through my hair. Making me almost purr at the tenderness of it.

Luca’s never touched me like this.

What’s changed?

Maybe that knock to the face did it.

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