Page 108 of His Enforcer

Viktor shifts on my lap, and I squeeze his hard length, making him huff loudly.

“Has this drug crossed state lines yet?” I ask, and Anthony runs a hand along his jaw.

“I’m not sure. I’ve been meaning to call Declan MacKenna and see if he knows anything that’s happening in Nevada.”

“And Craig Wells in Arizona,” I offer.

“That’s a good idea.” Anthony eyes me and arches an eyebrow. “I’ll make those calls while I look for Tatum. He’s been suspiciously absent today. And that way, you two can have the room for a bit before I return.”

He stands up, and Viktor grumbles under his breath once more but still doesn’t move from my lap.

When the door closes and we’re alone, Viktor huffs in annoyance.

“You can stop touching my dick in front of my boss, asshole.”

“I don’t want to and you like it, so shut the fuck up.”

I bite his neck roughly and he groans. My point has been proven, and I squeeze his dick roughly once more before letting go.

“You fuck,” he mutters as I tap him to stand up.

He does, adjusting his cock and placing it beneath the waistband of his pants.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” he asks.

“Do you really want me to?”

He swallows and glances away, unable to admit he wants me all up in his space. He wants me. Plain and simple.

“I’m not going to stop playing with you, Vik. I want you fucking ready when it’s time for me to put my mouth on you. You’re not going to last long,” I say and then kiss him roughly, making him melt into me. He pants and grinds against me, his body working into a frenzy until Bane suddenly appears through the wall.

“Oh hello,” he says as he approaches, his eyes taking us in, two jars in his hands, both sloshing precariously. “Are you going to have sex? If so, I’d love to watch.”

“No,” Viktor said. “I was just…we were just talking.”

Bane’s eyes widen. “I like that kind of talking. Maybe we can talk someday, too.”

I grab onto the back of Viktor’s neck and squeeze. “You won’t be talking to Vik like that, Bane. Or I’ll make you scream.”

He gasps and then wiggles on his feet. “You promise?”

“Jesus, Luca. You’re just turning him on. Stop it.”

I can’t help but laugh at that. “You’re a twisted fuck, Bane.”

“I know. I can’t help it. I was born this way.”

I pause a moment and then add, “You won’t be watching me fuck Vik the first time. But maybe one day I’ll let you watch. If you’re a good boy.”

Bane bounces on his toes.

“Promise?”

“Promise,” I say, and Bane grins so wide his lips squeak slightly.

He shoves the glass jar of blood into Viktor’s hands. “I have a gift for you.”

“What is this?”

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