Page 134 of His Enforcer

“I know you can. But I’ll fuck that pretty hole when you’ve had a few hours to rest.”

I huff in annoyance, but when he stands and hands me the soap, telling me to wash him, I find myself slightly appeased.

I take my time running my soapy palms over his tattooed skin, making sure to spend a lot of time on his dick and ass before lowering myself to my knees and washing his legs. His dick is there, hard and insistent, and I can’t help but lean forward and lap at it.

He groans, his fingers fisting in my hair, and he pulls me forward.

“Now this you can do,” he says, and I fall on him, engulfinghis dick, pulling it down my throat. The taste of him, the scent of soap, the way he fits perfectly in my mouth. I jerk myself in time with each of his thrusts forward.

He does it slowly, dragging it out, our groans pinging off the tiled walls.

When we come, it’s on an exhale, a sigh of relief, and I slump back, catching my breath.

Luca stands above me, his eyelashes wet with water, his chest heaving.

“Such a good boy,” he says as he swipes a drop of cum from the corner of my mouth.

He helps me stand and kisses me soundly, the steam from the bathroom making me lightheaded.

By the time we meet the guys in the hotel lobby, I’m famished. When I sink onto a wooden chair, my ass twinges and I grimace, making Luca smirk.Asshole, I think, and then lean over and kiss him.

When Jax, Quincy, and Rafe finally appear, their bags in their hands, we order enough food to satisfy me, and when it arrives, Luca makes sure to feed me as we update them on everything Lex told us about Henry. Bane, unsurprisingly, still hasn’t made an appearance.

“Anyone find out where he is?” Luca asks as he holds out a forkful of pancake.

“Nope. He disappeared. Went up on stage and did some kinky shit and then never found us afterward,” Jax says.

“Jesus. We need to put a tracker on him.”

“Probably a good idea,” I say around a mouthful of food.

“Do we just leave him here, then?” Jax asks, and Luca nods.

“Yes. We can’t wait. We need to head to Vegas as soon as possible. Bane can find his way home. He’ll be fine on his own. He’s a bit of a nomad.”

The guys look unsure, but it’s true. Bane has come out of worse situations than this one.

After finishing our food, we all pile into the SUVs and head out to Vegas. Luca insists on driving, letting me lean back in the passengerseat and give my ass a reprieve. I know he’s doing it smugly, the slant to his lips doing things to my stomach and chest. He’s proud of how he took me apart last night, how he made me beg and plead. I fought it for so long, kept my distance because I knew this was how it would be if I let him in.

And I did. I spread my legs and in turn, opened my heart.

There’s no going back after this. He’s seen me at my most vulnerable. He’s burrowed someplace between my ribs, and to extract him would be detrimental. To my mind. My heart.

I’ve wanted this for over fifteen years, and here I am.

Content and happy. For the first time in ages.

Luca must sense a shift in me and reaches over, his hand linking with mine.

“So, tell me, Vik,” he begins, and I roll my eyes, groaning. I know he’s going to ask something—something raw and deep, something that will crack me open even wider. His lips curl as he peers over at me. “Have all your dreams come true?”

I scoff and pinch the skin on the back of his hand. “Fuck you. You smug bastard.”

He chuckles. “Just wanted to hear it from you. Again.”

“For your gigantic ego?”

He grins, looking ridiculously hot. “Yeah. For my ego, baby.”

---