Page 64 of His Enforcer

“He did.”

“Good.”

We’re quiet for a moment, and I twist my fists on the steering wheel. “Just because I suck your dick now doesn’t mean you have to give a shit about me.”

He huffs a low laugh. “You think that’s what this is?”

“I don’t fucking know what it is.”

He doesn’t answer, and I’m left wondering what he wants from me the entire drive to Sabrina’s. Does he want to continue to play with me? Is this some kind of game for entertainment? Something he’ll eventually grow bored with? I have no idea what his end goal is. I don’t know if I want to know either.

When we finally arrive, Luca turns his body toward mine in the car and adjusts my collar.

“You don’t hide it. You’re mine.”

“I’m not,” I reply, even though my stomach flutters with those razor-sharp butterflies at his clipped words.

“You are, kitten.” His finger smooths over my bottom lip and then he steps out of the car, his phone to his ear as he speaks to someone. I can’t help but follow.

The place Sabrina operates out of is on the outskirts of the city, in a secluded building near the beach. It’s a wealthy area and offers privacy for her repeat customers, but it’s not too far away from the amenities the city has to offer. It’s the perfect place for those looking for a good fuck before going out on the town.

“Ah, you made it,” Sabrina says as she flips her long black hair behind her shoulder. “And you brought Viktor. Wonderful. He can assess the men I’ve provided.”

“Design choices? What the fuck, Luca?”

I stare over at him, but he doesn’t look my way, just runs his tongue along the front of his teeth. He doesn’t meet my gaze as we follow Sabrina to a large back room. Standing inside are a dozen women and a handful of men, all scantily clothed, wearing nothing more than slips of fabric over their private parts.

As our gazes scan over the people, Sabrina leans into Luca a little too closely, saying something in his ear that only he can hear. I don’t like that. Not at all.

Always fucking flirting, the two of them.

Hate it.

“Gorgeous,” Luca says a moment later, his eyes flitting over the women before him. I purse my lips and move away from him, not wanting him to feel my jealousy. My eyes land on the first man standing before me. He’s large, tattooed, and oiled up. I take a step closer to him and he offers me a small smile.

“Hi,” I say softly, and he winks at me.

“Hey.”

Well, he’s hot, I’ll give him that. And he seems nice. Why can’t I want someone like this?

I peer over at Luca, who is, of course, ignoring me, and my jaw clenches.

I’m fucked up. So fucking fucked.

“Will they be working the floor on opening night?” I ask, and Sabrina wrenches her gaze away from Luca and nods.

“Yes, and some in the back rooms as well.”

I move to the next man. He’s not as big, but just as gorgeous, with nipple piercings and a six-pack. I wet my lips and stuff my hands in my pants pockets, moving down the line, taking in each man, their differences and their beauty. Sabrina has good taste.

“You approve?” she asks, stepping toward me.

I turn to her and see Luca watching me from behind her.

“They’re perfect.”

Luca’s eye twitches, and I can’t help but add, “How much for the night?”

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