Page 5 of His Enforcer

I turn to look at Luca once more, but see that he’s no longer sitting in his seat. Where the fuck did he go? Why the fuck did he leave? Questions swirl through my hazy mind as the men work their dicks in and out of me.

Alina is still watching, another drink in her hand. She holds it up with a wink just as the man behind me slams into me roughly.

I gasp, my back arching slightly as another man comes to stand beside me, reaching down to grab his dick from his pants and pulling my head toward him to thrust inside my mouth.

I moan at being used so thoroughly, the alcohol and drugs in my system making me so fucking high that my cock positively aches to come.

I want to. At least once tonight. I want to explode.

Groans and the slap of skin resonate around the room. Mostly from us, but some from the people watching and getting off on the show we’re giving them.

Thursdays are turning out to be better than expected.

If only Luca hadn’t shown up to watch.

You fucking love it.

You crave his attention.

The man in my mouth comes first, ripping his condom off and exploding on my face. I gasp, blinking wildly as another man approaches, unzipping his pants and pulling out his hard dick. I open my mouth, and he slides in, using my throat and tongue until I’m floating. Just a body used for pleasure.

Luca is forgotten. His dark gaze, his tattooed hands. The way he watches me, the way he sneers.

All of it disappears into a puff of smoke.

I’m no longer Viktor, soldier for the Costello family, but a man who is taking it like a good boy.

I moan, my body being worked over by several other people until I’m left on that ottoman, my body splayed face down, covered in cum, eyes fluttering shut as I struggleto breathe.

I never did get off, I think as I feel my hard cock press against the velvet of the ottoman. But I’m too tired to move, to find any relief. I will just die like this, used and broken.

Suddenly, someone moves up behind me, and I instinctively spread my legs, but then I hear it—a low, threatening tone.

“No more. He’s done.”

Luca.

I thought he left. I was sure he’d gone.

“The collar’s still on,” the other man replies, but then I hear the distinct cock of a gun and a muttered, “Oh shit, man. I didn’t know.”

I try to lift my head to glance back at him, but I can’t. Too tired to do anything but lie here.

“Please,” I say, and Luca huffs.

“No.”

A jacket is placed over my bare back, the scent of Luca enveloping me as I feel strong, familiar arms pull me up.

“Come on. We’re going home.”

“I’m not done,” I rasp, my throat sore, body aching.

“You’re done,” he says lowly, almost deadly, so I lean into his chest as he guides me out of the club. His car is waiting at the entrance, a sleek black Pagani Huayra that he looks so fucking good in.

The way I’ve imagined myself in the passenger seat, naked, leaning over and sucking his dick as he drives.

I step barefooted into it, his strong arms reaching over and helping me buckle in.

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