Page 2 of His Enforcer

Thankfully, before I can come to the thought of Luca’s handsome face, the bulge of his biceps, and the thick outline of his cock, the man behind me groans and I feel him fill his condom before pulling out of me, leaving me to catch my breath and push myself upright. A twinge moves through my ass and thighs, and I let out a relieved breath. Fuck, that was nice. Just what I needed.

I adjust my hard length and move forward, striding toward the bar to order a drink. I’m mostly naked, but so is everyone else. We’re all in some stage of undress, a few wearing nothing at all.

I just arrived at Eden and I’m already starting to relax. This is exactly what I needed tonight. Especially after the way Luca had accidentally touched me earlier, his hand unexpectedly brushingagainst mine. The way my skin broke out in goosebumps, the way I shivered.

The effect he has on me.

It’s addictive. An addiction I need to satiate immediately, to drown, to expel. Which is why I’m here. It always helps. It always takes the edge off.

“Look who it is. Didn’t expect to see you tonight,” the bartender, Amir, says. His curly brown hair is wild on top of his head, his dark blue eyes twinkling. Fuck, he’s cute and always smiling. He looks like he’d treat a partner well. If he were my type, I’d have him.

Sadly, he’s not.

It seems I only truly want the one person I can’t have.

The one who ultimately won’t ever have me.

“It was a stressful afternoon,” I reply, leaning forward and tapping my fingers on the shiny bar top. No one here knows what I do for a living, who I truly am. It would keep too many away from me, fearing for their lives. I’m glad I’m anonymous here. Just a hole to be fucked.

“Ah, so a double then?”

“Yeah, and maybe a hit of something if you have it.”

He winks at me and then pulls a packet full of blue and white pills from his pocket.

“On the house,” he says, dropping a few into my palm. I pop one in my mouth, happy to have something in my system to help me relax. Don’t know what it is, but Amir always hooks me up with the good stuff.

Sex is always a major player in helping me feel good, but drugs can help too.

I don’t often partake, but today is one of those days. It’s been a long fucking week.

As Amir hands me my drink, a smirk pulls his lips up as another man approaches me from behind. He doesn’t speak a word, just spreads my cheeks and uses me. He’s thicker than I’m used to, longer and pierced, but it’s just what I need.

It hurts so good.

The pain, mixed with the pill just beginning to make its way into my system, is melting away the anxiety I’ve been holding onto all week. My nerve endings start firing and every thrust is heightened.

Arching back, I press into the movements, loving the sensations that slice up my abdomen. Bliss, want, ecstasy.

“Yes, take it,” the man whispers into my ear, and I shiver as I lean my head back slightly, letting him reach around and grab onto my aching cock. A moan slips from my lips as my fingers scramble for purchase on the bar top.

I can feel eyes on me, but I don’t care.

I come here for one reason.

And this, right here, is the reason.

Free, uninhibited sex. No judgment, no expectations except to be used.

With my job, a career I never expected to fall into, I don’t have a lot of time to meet people. Dating sounds exhausting, and I can’t really explain what I do for a living. It could get them killed if they let it slip. The only other option is to date someone I work with, and no one appeals.

Well, one does, but I loathe him.

The way he ignores me while simultaneously turning me on, flirting in that casual way he does, even though I know he’d never go for someone like me.

He plays with me and mixes me up.

I can’t explain the rage I feel when I look at him now. It didn’t always used to be this way. For years, it was just a blind infatuation, but year after year of torment, the infatuation turned to disappointment and then to anger. I’ll never have him, and that’s made something inside of me feral.

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