Page 69 of His Enforcer

I won’t do it.

But they’re expecting it, so I have to.

I’ll take one for the team.

That’s the only reason I’m doing this. It’s not because I’ll enjoy it.

“Spread your legs. Ass up further.”

“What is this? Some kind of porno?”

He huffs a laugh. “I mean, yeah.”

I can’t help but send a glower his way once more, which only ends with my ass being slapped.

The sting of it has me arching back slightly. Traitorous body.

I hear the cap of the lube being flicked open, and I push my face into the pillow, breathing deeply when he trickles it down my crack, his finger swirling around my rim.

It flexes under his touch, and when he pushes two fingers in, I can’t help but let out a small groan. Pain mixes with pleasure and my cock throbs.

“Look at that,” he says as he twists his wrist slightly and scissors me open. “Look at how good you take it.”

“Just…shut up and…oh fuck.”

A helpless moan slips from my mouth as he spreads me, making my hole open wider for him.

“What are you doing?” I gasp.

“Trying to find it,” he murmurs, and then his finger brushes over that little bump, and I arch my back, gasping, my fingers curling into the sheets.

“Luca.”

“There it is,” he says, not letting up, not giving me any reprieve. Not that I want it. Oh fuck, this feels so good. So, so good. And it’s made even worse by the fact he’s the one doing this to me.

He’s the one inside of me.

“You are always so responsive.”

His fingers continue to move inside of me as I writhe beneath him. I’m not going to last. I’m not going to make it.

This is too good.

“He’s tight. Wet,” Luca narrates.

Oh god. I am. Isoam.

“He could take more. Want to see?” I feel him push three fingers into me, and I gasp as I push back against him.

“There it is, pretty boy.”

I melt at those words, unable to stop the full-body tremble that slides through me. I never want this to end. I want him to stay inside of me until I expire.

He presses against my prostate again, and I cry out, pulling the corner of the bedding off the mattress and pressing my forehead into the pillow to keep myself from screaming.

But then suddenly the sensation stops and his fingers slip from me.

I turn to stare back at him, my throat dry from groaning.

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