Page 80 of His Enforcer

I pull him under the covered gazebo at the far end of the gardens,surrounded by wisteria, smelling so sweet, enveloping us both. In this space, we’re hidden, just the two of us.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he breathes as I let go of his hand and we stand facing each other. He has raindrops on his face, dripping down from his hair to his cheek. My hand reaches out and brushes them away, dragging my thumb to his lips in the process.

His teeth surround the flesh of my finger and he bites down, pupils dilating.

I can’t help the growl that exits my throat as he sucks on it, dragging his tongue over the tip and down the side. I want to push him to his knees and slide my cock down his throat.

Fuck, he’s good at that.

I drag my finger from his mouth and he lets out a long exhale right before I slant my lips over his, our bodies colliding, cocks hard, fingers grasping.

He moans into my mouth, and I swallow the sound, my nerve endings firing, my entire body alight with need. He fucks me up, twists me around. I don’t know which way is up, down, or sideways. I’m in a spiral.

My fingers thread through his hair and pull roughly, making him gasp, his tongue tangling with mine. I drag my hands down his back to his ass, pulling his hips into me, over and over. He whines, like an animal in heat, in need.

I want to lower him to the ground and fuck that right out of him.

I want to own him. Want to possess every part of him, inside and out.

I’m feral.

But before I can rip his clothes off and do what I want, a scream has the two of us pulling away from each other, both of us moving our hands to our guns.

Fuck.

“What was that?” Viktor asks, moving to the entrance of the gazebo, adjusting his cock, and swiping the back of his hand across his swollen lips.

“We need to get to the house. Now.”

We move in tandem, our adrenaline high as we make our way forward, guns drawn. I can hear the sawing of my breath as I think about everything that could go wrong. Is it Tatum again? Anthony?

Fuck, don’t let it be either. Anthony because he’s like a brother to me and Tatum because Anthony would never recover.

But when we approach the house, we see Tatum zipping past us, his mouth turned up in a laugh as he skids around the corner, his arms windmilling dramatically as he tries to catch his balance.

Anthony appears on the porch a moment later, his cheeks flushed, his tie undone.

Seems they’re playing that infernal game of cat and mouse.

Viktor swears and flicks the safety on his gun, meeting my gaze for a second before looking away.

Our adrenaline is still high, our hearts still racing.

It only makes me want him more.

I want to fuck right into that tight ass.

And I would have if these fuckers hadn’t interrupted.

I turn to look at him, all wet hair and flushed cheeks. My heart patters in my chest in time with the rain hitting the ground.

“Saturday,” I say gruffly, finding my voice. “You’ll come with me to the club.”

He nods. “I know.”

I grind my teeth and fiddle with my cigarette in my pocket. “I mean, you’re coming.Withme.”

He stares, confusion crossing his face. “Yeah, I fucking know.”

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