Page 27 of His Enforcer

He’s perfection.

He chuckles as he disappears into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Like I’m going to try to go inside with him.

Fuck him, I think as I sit on the edge of the bed and wait for him to finish up. I clutch the sheets tightly and grind my teeth, trying like hell to keep myself from turning over and screaming into the pillow. This is absurd. Almost like he planned this entire thing.

He’s getting off on this, this fucked up game he’s playing. I know it. I just need to show him that I can control myself. That I’m not interested.

But all of that dissipates in a flash when he strolls out of the bathroom with the towel around his shoulders, his body still damp.

Everything is on display. All that muscle, all those tattoos, some newer than others, some faded with time.

“You can use the bathroom now,” he says, and I hold back a murmured curse.

I stalk into the bathroom, tossing my clothes out, wincing when I realize I was wearing another pair of lace panties and they’re now lying out there where Luca can see. Well, it’s not like it’s unexpected. He probably did this to embarrass me. He probably planned this entire trip and picked this exact hotel just to get me to take off my lace underwear for shits and giggles.

I really need to decompress, to let this stress flow from me, to not let him get to me. So I take a long, extra-hot shower and donottouch my cock the entire time. I won’t give him that power over me. I’m taking it back. I’m in control now.

By the time I exit the bathroom, steam billowing around me, I feel slightly better. That is until I see Luca lounging on the bed, completely naked. He hasn’t even bothered to cover himself up. He knows what his body does to me.

The way I begged for it that night.

I shut that thought down and move toward the bed.

I was high and exhausted. It had nothing to do with Luca. Not really.

“Come on, kitten,” he says with that stupid smirk. “I won’t bite.”

“I’d rather sleep on the fucking floor than next to you.”

His eyes slide down my chest to my dick that is tenting my towel. My hands fall to my crotch, trying like hell to hide it, but it doesn’t work. He knows. He’s seen it.

“Do you just walk around hard all the time? You need to get fucked badly, don’t you?”

“Not by you.”

He reaches between his legs and grabs onto his soft dick and strokes it.

“Good, because I wasn’t offering. Perhaps you should go back to the club and let them destroy your ass. Seems that’s what you like.”

I grab my phone and move to the other side of the bed, whipping off my towel from around my waist and sliding in between the sheets.

“Thought you were sleeping on the floor,” he says, mirth in his voice.

“Fuck you.”

He chuckles as I turn onto my side and face the wall, scrolling through my phone. Minutes later, I hear it, the sound of porn emanating through phone speakers.

“Turn that off,” I grunt, realizing he’s turning the volume up slowly. He’s taunting me.

When he doesn’t answer, I peer over my shoulder and see him watching two men go at it on the screen.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Trying to see what appeals,” he says, cocking his head to the side and squinting one eyeball.

I turn over and try to swipe it from his fingers, but he maneuvers out of my reach, my hand flailing around in the air like a kite in the wind. It only infuriates me more. I push myself up and lunge for it again, but he holds it up and I’m left straddling him, aggressively batting it out of his hands. The phone topples to the floor, the moaning and grunting coming from the speakers making my dick throb. It’s not what I need, especially right now, being naked in bed with Luca.

“Pick up my phone,” he hisses.

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