Page 47 of His Enforcer

I smell the scent of smoke and I assume someone lit a cigarette for him.

Typical. Blow jobs and smoking at the same time. Just like he’s sitting at a café and having a cup of coffee.

Well, fuck him, I think as I continue to suck him down my throat. I’m going to give him the best fucking blow job he’s ever had.

Hollowing out my cheeks, I suck the soul from his body. Or at least I think I do. Not that he gives me any indication of what he’s feeling. But there is a tightness in his thighs and a slight tremble to the hand tangled in my hair.

He’s getting close. He’s trying to hold back, but I’m too fucking good. So I continue to work him closer and closer to the edge, all the while trying to stave off my own orgasm. Because I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t loving this. I’m moaning and drooling, my throat and jaw sore from working his big dick like this, but hell, I’d get on my knees again for him. If he made me.

Even if I do hate him.

You don’t hate him. Hate is the farthest feeling you have.

My arms are growing numb, my knees aching, and I can feel my orgasm crawling up my thighs, but then Luca slams my face onto his dick, and I feel his hard length pulse as he empties directly into my stomach. He holds me like that for a few seconds, my body tremblingwith a pent-up orgasm before he lets me up, his hand falling to his thigh as I sit up, sputtering.

My fingers touch my sore throat as I blink up at him.

He inhales deeply, smoke seeping from his nose as he breathes out with clenched lips.

“Passable,” he says lowly, and I nearly claw at him, but then he leans forward, tucking himself away. “Now on to your punishment.”

He inhales again and holds the smoke inside, pushing it out slowly, most of it hitting my face as he does. But I don’t respond. I’m too angry, too horny. I want to get off, want to suck his dick again. I want to be used until I can’t think anymore.

“Thatwasmy punishment,” I rasp, and his lips twitch.

“Oh, kitten. No, it wasn’t.”

He stands up and tugs me to my feet. My dick is pressing against my panties and when his hand wraps around the back of my neck and he pulls me closer to him, I whimper.

“The things I’m going to do to you.”

He pulls me forward, my feet slapping on the floor as he leads me down a hallway, rooms on either side.

“You can’t make me do anything,” I murmur even though I’m nearly purring at the thought of being used by him.

No, not purring.Growling.

I attempt to have my throat make that sound, but it doesn’t work. Not at all. I just moan as he pushes open a door and thrusts me inside.

“I don’t think you understand, Vik.” He closes and locks the door. “I own this fucking place. Me. Not Anthony. Me.” He grins at me, sinister and feral. “I can do whatever the fuck I want to you.”

6

VIKTOR

I’m an animal caught in a cage. Not a literal one, but this room is like one, dark and suffocating. Fuck. Fuck. What’s he going to do to me?

“Why did you buy this club? Tell me the truth.”

He chuckles as he stalks toward me, my vision narrowing imperceptibly until it’s just him I see.

“Because I could.”

“I heard you bought it three years ago. After that night…”

He reaches out and grabs my pecs, squeezing them roughly, making all cohesive thoughts flee my mind.

“Fuck,” I murmur.

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