Page 81 of His Enforcer

My hand reaches out, clutching his neck tightly, feeling the thrum of his pulse under my thumb.

“With me, Vik. As mine.”

His eyelashes flutter and he glances away, those red spots on his cheeks making an appearance.

“No.”

I brush over his pulse lightly and press my forehead to his. “Yes.”

He doesn’t say no again, just lets that command sit between us, heavy and insistent.

The way he looks at me the rest of the day and into the night, sneaking small glances, does something to my heart, makes it expand and crack, reshaping itself into something new, something different.

Possession fills me, feral and greedy.

Mine,it says.

All mine.

10

VIKTOR

Ido my best to avoid him, confusion melting into my bones and leaking into my chest. My heart can’t stand this. It doesn’t know what to do. Fifteen years of nothing, and now this.

I sneak glances at him as we work, standing several feet away to keep his hands off me. Because I know the minute he touches me, I’ll crawl. Beg.

I’ll pant like the slut I am. For him.

“Walk me inside,” he says lowly when I pull up to his house, the car idling quietly. My fingers are tight on the steering wheel, my eyes boring into his front door. I know what will happen if I go in there.

I know what this means.

My cock aches.

I fucking want it.

“Come on, Vik,” he adds as he steps outside onto the wet concrete of his driveway. The way he moves, lithe and predatory. I’m at his mercy. I can do nothing but turn off the car and follow him tothe door. His fingers brush against my ass as I open it and step inside. He waits patiently as I clear the house before moving toward the exit to leave.

I really mean to. I mean to walk right through the door and not look back.

But he stops me with a flick of his fingers on the button of his slacks, a pull of his zipper. I hear it. It makes my skin tingle and my mouth water. His eyes meet mine, and I hear the wheeze come out of my throat, desperate and disgusting.

I fucking hate how much I’m drooling for this.

“It’s just a date, Vik. No need to be dramatic about it,” he says as he lowers himself onto a kitchen chair, his thighs spread, the dark golf course looming behind us through those large-paned sliding doors. Anyone could be watching this, seeing what he’s about to do to me.

He lifts his hips, pulling a cigarette from his pocket, and places it between his lips.

My fingers itch to pull the lighter from my pocket, but I curl my toes into my shoes and keep myself steady. I will not rush over to him. I won’t show him how badly I want this.

His eyes flash to mine and then his free hand snakes into his pants and pulls his cock out. It’s hard, angry, and fucking perfect. I let out a wobbly exhale, my throat swallowing around nothing.

“Come here, pretty boy.”

I inhale a shaky breath and nearly trip as I move forward. Luca sees it but says nothing, just watches as I come to a stop right before him. Our knees knock and his eyes slide up my chest.

“Take off your shirt. I want to see those tits,” he says lowly.

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