Page 129 of His Enforcer

It’s all I can say as my hand moves to my cock between us. It takes only a few strokes and I explode, stars swirling behind my eyes. My hole clenches around him, and he grunts, his lips meeting mine in a desperate kiss as he empties himself inside. I feel it, the way he marks me.

Luca’s.

His.

He falls on top of me, my legs sliding down his sides until they hook behind his back. His dick is still inside of me as we kiss softly, our tongues tangling in a slow, tantalizing dance.

When we finally pull apart, my lips spit-slick and swollen, Luca stares down at me.

“Was that good?” I ask, needing to know. “Was it as good as the first time?”

“You know it was,” he says. “And we’re not done either. Now that we’ve started this, I’m not going to stop.”

He pulls out of me with a shift of his hips, and I feel his release leave my body. He falls to my side as I push myself further up on the bed, and his fingers trail down my stomach to my softening cock. He smears the release into my abdomen and then moves down to my hole. He slides two fingers inside, as if pushing his release back inside of me.

The possession he has over me…

I sigh, and he kisses my shoulder.

“How do you feel?” he asks.

“Wonderful,” I say as he touches my prostate. He massages it for a few minutes until I’m whining before he pulls his fingers from me and touches my cock, tugging on it, making it harden in his palm.

“Luca?” I ask, turning into him slightly, our legs tangling, his hand moving to my hip.

“Mm?”

“Why do you give me the black rose every year?”

It’s a silly question, one that I’ve always told myself I’d never ask, but I want to know.

His nose brushes against mine, dragging me closer to him so we’re touching in every possible way.

“Black roses mean the death of something, but they can also mean rebirth.”

His eyes meet mine, those dark, sparkling depths.

“What died?” I ask, and he kisses me gently.

“When I fucked you that night, the way you felt around me, the way you clung to me…” he breathes deeply and then adds, “…I knew I wasn’t straight. That part of me died that night.”

My chest swells and my eyes sting. “And what was reborn?”

“Me. I was. I tried to fight it, and you did too, but we knew this was inevitable.”

I can’t help but lean forward and kiss him, everything I’m feeling bleeding into it, letting him inhale it.

“Inevitable,” I finally say, and he grins at me.

“You’re mine now, Vik.”

“Yours.”

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LUCA

Ifuck him while he’s still asleep, sliding my cock into his lubed hole and listening as he wakes with a moan.

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