Page 84 of His Enforcer

“Fine. I can respect that.” He eyes me and pokes at my chest. “You look good, Viktor. Love all the black. Very mysterious and form-fitting. Luca is going to drool when he sees you. Maybe unbutton those top buttons.” He reaches out, trying to undo my shirt, but I swat his hand away. There are even more hickeys on my chest and I don’t need either of them seeing the array lining my collarbone and around my nipples.

“Someone is in a bad mood. Oh hello, Tatum. Love the tight pants. I can see your penis perfectly.”

“You can,” Tatum says, arching his hips forward, and Bane giggles.

“I would like pants that tight and a see-through shirt.”

“Didn’t you both go shopping for tonight?” I ask and Bane shakes his head before nodding.

“Well, yes, but no. I couldn’t find anything slutty enough and then I had to get back to work. I had a very busy project down below.”

“But I found one after a few hours of browsing. Just look at this,” Tatum says and then points to some clothes on the bed. “I know you wanted holes for the nipples, but I think the chest harness will be really hot on you.”

“Oh,” Bane gasps and then holds it up. “Help me put it on?”

“Sure, but first, shower. You have blood all over your face and who knows where else.”

Bane glances in the mirror and sighs. “The last one was very messy. Sorry. I’ll clean this up.”

He moves to the bathroom, and Tatum sighs. “I wish Anthony wouldn’t murder people so much.”

“It needs to happen. Fear works better than communication,” I explain.

Tatum peers over at me as he pulls a crop top over his head. “Do you know who’s down there right now?”

“Nope. That’s Anthony’s business.”

He turns to look in the mirror and bats his eyelashes.

“Fair enough. I’m sure they deserve it. Whatever they did.” His eyes meet mine in the mirror. “Would you like to put on some eyeshadow? I have a color that would make your eyes pop.”

I stare at him. “No.”

“Luca would love it, I think.”

“Luca can fuck off.”

I don’t mean that. I don’t want him to fuck off. I want him to fuck me. But I won’t admit it. It’s been fifteen years of pining, of imagining what it would be like for him to own me, and now that I have him, I’m feeling… I’m feeling some kind of way about it.

I don’t trust that I’m not just a toy, something for him to play with because he’s bored.

I don’t know what to feel. I don’t know anything anymore.

“This love-hate thing you both have for each other is very hot,” Tatum says and then waggles his eyebrows at me.

“It’s not love. It’s hate. Pure and simple.”

“Even better,” he replies with a grin. He continues getting ready and then pouts so prettily at me that I cave, letting him apply some smokey eyeshadow on my eyelids and some pink gloss on my lips. By the time I’m done getting a mini-makeover, Bane strides out of the bathroom completely naked.

I blink at him and then squeeze my eyes shut.

I’ve never seen him nude before. His skin is almost blindingly bright white and there are scars on his arms and legs, some deep and long, others just short and surface-level. I’m not sure if those are self-inflicted or a hazard ofthe job.

“I’m ready to be fabulous,” he says, striding over to us. “I’ve decided to take after you, Viktor, and get some lace panties.”

He holds them up and steps into them, almost toppling over as he wiggles them over his damp skin.

They’re a dark blood-red and he turns this way and that, staring at himself in the mirror.

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