Page 62 of His Enforcer

“Did you come?” he asks after a few minutes of me continuing to tongue his dick.

I make an indiscernible noise and his hand stops moving.

“Take your dick out and come.”

It’s like my entire body was waiting for his permission. I turn slightly and arch into the mattress, grinding frantically, unloading in seconds. Shudders wrack my body, my moans vibrating around his cock.

Luca. Luca.

He pets me through the shudders and when my body is finally satiated, I feel my eyelids start to droop.

I’m going to regret this in the morning, I think as I curl up against him, not letting myself pull away from him entirely.

And he doesn’t make me. He lets me stay.

I fall asleep with the taste of him still on my tongue.

The way Luca looks at me the next morning makes my skin flame.

I want him to never look at me again.

I’ve made a huge mistake.

“You should be resting,” I say, grabbing my cup of coffee from the kitchen counter. “Doc’s orders.”

“I don’t rest, Vik. You should know better.”

I sip on my coffee, my throat sore from last night. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it.

He’s right. I’m such a slut.

But we knew this.

I turn my gaze away from him and out the window, watching the rain patter on the ground. Seems it’s going to be a wet winter. I remember ten years ago when we had a winter surge like this one,watching Luca run into the house, his body soaked from the rain. The way his white shirt stuck to his skin, revealing the tattoos hidden beneath the fabric.

He’d caught me staring then.

The smirk he gave me made me not look in his direction for an entire month after that. I didn’t want him to see the way I wanted him.

“I received a phone call from Sabrina while you were snoring.”

“I don’t fucking snore.”

He smirks at me, and my dick hardens between my legs. Fuck.

“Anyway, I need to approve some…design choices she has for me for the big reopen.”

I know who Sabrina Nightingale is, and the fact he has a meeting with her rubs me the wrong way.

She’s never bothered me before, but she is beautiful and runs a sex-worker business, and I know that when she’s near Luca, she tends to flirt.

A lot.

Luca must see something in my expression because he says, “And no, I’m not going to fuck her. Or anyone else there. In fact, you’re coming in with me. I also have some contracts to go over with her for opening night.”

“Fine,” I say and then add, “And I don’t give a shit who you fuck, by the way.”

He sets his coffee mug down and pulls out a cigarette, placing it between his lips. I grab the lighter in my pocket, and he inhales deeply when it’s lit.

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