Page 30 of His Enforcer

Make me.

“You’re a control freak,” I finally manage to utter, and his lips quirk.

“I control you.”

My tongue snakes out and captures the treat he’s holding out for me, and when I swallow it, he leans back slightly, his eyes roving over my chest and down to my cock.

“Touch yourself,” he says, his gaze slashing up to mine.

When I don’t move to grab my dick, he huffs slightly and then clutches my hand, licking a stripe up my palm.

My entire body shivers and he lowers it to my dick.

“Do as I say.”

“I don’t want to.”

“You do. Now do it, Vik. Touch your dick. You want it.”

My fingers wrap around my hard length and I start stroking, lust sliding through me. What is his endgame? Why is he making me jack offwhile eating dessert? Is this some kind of kink? I want to know, but not enough to ask. I just do as he says, letting him feed me until there’s nothing left and then letting him watch as I explode across his stomach.

My body curls in on itself, the orgasm intense and almost painful.

Through my lashes, I see Luca run his fingers across the mess I made on his skin, and he holds them up to my mouth, smearing it across my lips.

“Now, get on your knees and clean me up.”

His lips twitch slightly, and I’m almost positive he thinks I won’t do it. But I’ll show him. I move off his lap, kneel between his spread thighs, and lap up my cum. Every last drop, making sure to even lick a stripe up his dick for good measure.

His half-hard cock thickens when I do that, but before I can take in more of him, his hands tighten in my hair and he wrenches my head back.

“Enough. No more.”

Our eyes meet in a clash of wills and I’m the first to back down. I yank my head to the right and push myself up, striding to the bathroom with shaking legs.

What the hell was I thinking?

What the hell washethinking?

4

LUCA

Ican’t breathe. It’s so hot, flames licking at the small crawlspace I’ve squeezed myself into. Pulling my shirt over my mouth, I inhale, but there’s so much smoke. It hurts. I turn my face away from the flames and see spiders scatter up the walls. One bit me already, my skin stinging around my ankle. I pull my legs up closer to my chest, squeezing my eyes shut and wishing for my mom and dad.

For someone to save me.

But no one will. They’re all dead.

Images of my parents and two younger brothers bleeding out on the floor shoot through my mind, my mother reaching out for me, her lips forming the words to tell me to hide.

I heard them scream as the fire consumed them.

And now it’s just flames.

It’s so hot.

I can’t breathe.

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