Page 45 of His Enforcer

“Seems no one is interested.” In fact, it seems my ass is not being used at all. Is no one interested?

“Yeah, about that,” Amir says, leaning forward slightly. “If I remember, there was a memo sent out not long after that night he took you out of here, about you being off-limits?—”

“What the fuck?” I murmur, my heart racing. Is this why no one is touching me?

Did he really fucking do that? Is that why he bought the club after that night?

Amir’s lips squeeze into a thin line suddenly, and I sense someone moving up behind me.

I know who it is without looking. I can smell him.

Luca.

“Viktor. What are you doing here? And with Tatum, of all people.” His voice is a growl, his hand grabbing my hip, nails digging into my skin.

“Tatum wanted to come with me,” I grind out as my dick hardens at his nearness. Amir seems to sense my frustration because he hands me another shot, and I take it, tilting my head back and shooting it. He shrugs at me, not feeling sorry for me in the slightest, and I bite my bottom lip in frustration.

“Anthony is furious.” Luca jerks me back slightly, my ass hitting his groin, his hand snaking around to cup my hard dick. “He thinks you should be punished for this.”

I huff and then hear a familiar groan emanating from somewhere behind us. I don’t even have to look to know who that is.

“Seems Tatum is getting exactly what he wanted.”

Luca chuckles, his hand leaving my dick and dragging up my chest to the collar.

“He is. Anthony plays into everything he wants. It’s weak and pathetic.”

His fingers curl under the collar and he pulls me to the side, guiding me over to a velvet chair, one that I’ve been bent over many times before.

He sits down on it and yanks me between his legs, my knees abruptly hitting the floor. Pain shoots up my thighs, and I grunt as he tugs me further, making me crawl toward him.

“Fuck you, Luca.”

“You’re wearing the collar, kitten. You’re mine to do with as I please.”

I huff, indignant, but my dick aches at the sentiment. That pet name makes me slightly feral.

“You may be the boss of this place, but you’re not the boss of me. We’re not at work now.”

“Shut the fuck up, Vik. Hands behind your back,” he grinds out, his fingers loosening around my collar and settling on his thighs.

I resist for just a second, but then cave, doing as he says,frowning the entire time, really showing him how much I hate this. I really fucking despise it.

“Eyes up here,” he says, and I feel my cheeks redden. “Now, Anthony told me to take care of this. You know what happened last time Tatum went out with you…”

“You were there too. You’re the one who brought him.”

He leans forward and shoves two fingers between my lips, pressing against my tongue, and I can do nothing but suck on them.

His eyes darken as he wets his lips.

“You brought him this time. Now shut your fucking mouth or I’ll make you.”

I suck on his fingers roughly, and he cocks his head, watching me.

“Such a fucking slut,” he says, pulling his fingers from my lips and leaning back, looking very much like an arrogant king.

I scowl at him. I’m shaking, my mind screaming at me to get up and walk away, but my body stays right where he put me. Because I want whatever punishment he’s going to dole out. I want it.

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