Page 131 of His Enforcer

I let out a scream that matches his, my heart caving in on itself…

“Luca. Luca!” a deep voice says, breaking me from my nightmare.

I blink my eyes open, seeing Viktor’s beautiful face hovering over mine. My shaking hands move to his cheeks, holding him against me, feeling the warmth of his skin, the pulse in his neck.

“You’re okay. You’re fine,” he whispers, and I pull him toward me, his body falling on top of mine, my hands dragging down his back, feeling his steady inhale.

“I dreamt you were burning,” I choke out. “I dreamt I couldn’t get to you.”

“I’m here. I’m fine.”

A shuddering, humiliating breath escapes me. I shouldn’t have told him that, but I did. He had to know.

We’re more than we were.

“Fuck.”

He lets me hold him until my heart rate evens out and my breathing steadies. That’s when Vik says it.

“I know you hid. But I did too.”

His words hit my skin, sinking into my chest.

“There was a small cubby under my bed. I’d crawl in there and wait everything out. My mom was high so much that she never found me, never figured it out. It was my safe space. I heard so many things happen when I was in there. The beatings my mom took…but all I could think was, at least it wasn’t me.”

I don’t say anything.

“It was okay to hide, Luca. I know you probably feel guilty. That you should have fought harder, but we were just kids. We did what we had to, to survive.”

I don’t respond, just let him comfort me with his words.

“I know you’re probably against it, but maybe…maybe we should try to attend a trauma group. I know of one near us. Anthony told me about it, tried to get me to go, but I fought it.”

He leans up and his eyes meet mine.

“A fucking trauma group?”

“Yeah,” he says with a small smile, his fingers tracking the stubble on my cheeks. “Maybe we should get some help.”

I huff, looking away, but he brings my gaze back to him.

“We can do it together.”

“Maybe,” I reply, not committing to anything. But maybe he’s not wrong. Maybe I need to fucking process what happened to get past it, or at least live with it in a more manageable way. Viktor has proven himself right most of the time. Perhaps he’s not wrong about this either.

“Okay, good. We can think about it. We don’t need to commit.”

He kisses me gently, and my chest swells, my hands clutching onto him. I need him at this moment, more than I care to admit.

Perhaps in every moment, actually.

Our kiss deepens and our cocks thicken. I want him more than Ithought possible. No, I knew it was possible. It’s why I held off for so long. And he seems to understand what I need. In such a short time, he’s figured me out. Or perhaps he’s always known me. The way he used to watch me and study me when he was younger. Perhaps I should give him more credit.

“Can I fuck you?” he asks. “Can I take your mind off of the flames for a while?”

“Yes.”

His body rises and his palm presses against my chest, my dick sliding against his slippery crack. I feel the moment my dick notches at his hole and he slides down, taking me easily, as if he was made for this. For me.

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