Page 92 of His Enforcer

“What do you want?” I ask.

“I want you to act like you’re mine. The entire night.”

I stare up at him, still tasting him on my tongue.

“I can’t do that.”

His hands slide down and grab my ass. “You can and you will.”

I glower at him, knowing I won’t win this, so I give in. Just for tonight, I give in.

11

LUCA

Viktor said he couldn’t act like he was mine, but he is. He’s all over me, and I can’t stop the way my chest expands from it. The way he leans into me, touches me, pulls me down for desperate kisses. Everything about him screams that I own him. From the way he tastes to the way he smells. To the way his body is pinned against mine.

But is this all pretend? Is he proving a point? I don’t know. It could be the alcohol he had with Anthony or it could just be him letting loose. Letting me experience what it is to be his.

For him to be mine.

I wrap my hands around his waist and pull him into me as we move toward the back rooms. We spent far too much time in the VIP rooms, chatting with Bane and Tatum ad nauseam.

So after another drink and a cigarette, Viktor leaned over to me and whispered that he wanted to see the rooms I had built, the ones made for filthy things. He wants to see what’sinside.

“You excited, kitten?” I ask, my lips at his ear as the bouncer lets us into the dark hallway that leads to the rooms. It’s exclusive to certain members, the ones who pay handsomely for it and are bound by silence.

I may have taken notes after purchasing Eden.

Everyone back here has signed an NDA.

As we move, his body pressed against mine, we hear moans, the slap of skin against skin, and Viktor’s hand snakes down my abdomen, pulling my shirt from my pants and trailing his fingers across my skin. His nose hits my neck and he inhales, breathing me in. He has to be fucking with me.

I know it will end as soon as we step out of this club, when this charade is over, but fuck it.

I let it happen all the same.

“You like this?” I ask, and when he doesn’t answer right away, I add, “I bet you do. I bet your cock is hard.”

He groans and arches into my palm as I stroke his stiff length over his black jeans.

He didn’t dress up for me. I know he was proving a point when I asked him to come with me to the club opening, but I saw the makeup on his pretty eyes. I want to watch it melt down his cheeks as I wreck him.

The things I want to do to his beautiful face.

“It’s so dark,” he whispers in my ear as I continue to stroke him.

“All the better to hide with,” I reply, glancing around. The lights are dim to make it difficult to see anything clearly. It’s all just shapes and shadows as we come to a stop in front of one of the viewing windows.

The room reminds me of when Viktor crawled to me. The anger on his face that day made my cock twitch in my pants, a sign of things to come. Now it’s hard and hungry. It wants more than it’s being offered. It wants it all.

Viktor’s hands slip from my stomach as he steps toward thewindow, watching as a slender man gets spit-roasted by two burly guys.

Viktor’s hands spread on the windowsill as he leans forward, his ass pushing into my groin as I take my place behind him.

My fingers twist in the waistband of his pants. I could peel them down and push inside of him.

He’d let me. He’d want it. I bet he came prepped and ready.

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