Page 19 of His Enforcer

“I’ll make you hurt, kitten.”

I twist a little more and then let him go, moving to my locker without a backward glance, my lips twitching up and my dick half-hard.

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VIKTOR

My hand shuttles up and down my cock as I stand under the showerhead, trying like hell to make myself stop this, but unable to.

I saw Luca naked. He touched my dick. I’ve been in pain since this afternoon.

I need relief. Hence the desperate shower hand job in the hallway bathroom of the house on Anthony’s estate.

Fuck. I need to stop this. It’s only going to make this obsession I have with him worse.

But I can’t. I press my face to the tile wall and let myself unload onto the shower floor, gasping and wincing as my orgasm nearly overwhelms me. My legs shake and my moan filters out of my throat, broken and ragged.

Like I sounded that night.

The way he ripped it out of me.

I bang my forehead on the tile andexhale deeply.

I needed that, needed to come undone, but I also know I need more.

More than I can ever have again.

Fuck him for making me like this. He did this to me.

He made me this kind of horny monster.

Washing quickly, I get out of the shower, not wanting to succumb to thoughts of Luca again. I move into the common area of the house that Anthony built for his guards to get some rest and spend downtime between shifts.

It’s a nice place with a fully stocked kitchen and a gym downstairs. I’m lucky to have a boss who cares for us, who cares about me, as much as he does. Things could have ended so differently when he found me.

I could have ended up just like my dad. Dead as a fucking doornail.

As I move, I see a few of the other bodyguards sitting on the large, overstuffed sofas, food set on the ottoman, a game on the TV. It’s loud and raucous, but I don’t mind it. Sometimes things can get so quiet that it’s overwhelming.

Sometimes I like to feel less alone when I’m here compared to the small, shared place I have off the estate.

I move past them with a small wave and make my way to an available bedroom, locking the door behind me and flopping down on the bed. I pull my phone out to check my messages and see I have a few from men I met on a hookup app, but most aren’t worth replying to. I’m not in the mood for anything right now. The work it would take to set something up…the probability it will end up being someone like the twins…no thanks. Perhaps later.

Without much thought, my thumb scrolls to my anonymous social media accounts, pulling up Luca’s page in seconds. This is my little secret. He uses a pseudonym so no one knows who he is, and the entire thing showcases his boxing skills and his body.

I knew it was him the moment I saw those arms from a screenshot.

Fuck.

He’s so damn good at everything he does.

Just looking at him makes my dick plump up. Apparently, my shower hand job did nothing to stem my libido. It wants to go again.

But I refuse to give in to my desires and decide to casually scroll through his pictures instead, zooming in on his ass when I can, and then on his face. His fucking face. That strong jaw, those beautiful eyes.

“God, he’s so hot,” I murmur as my hand snakes down my shorts and cups my dick.

I’m not going to get off, just going to hold it. It needs a little reassurance that I can do this. I can resist the pull.

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