Page 71 of His Enforcer

His tongue flicks out and then his teeth sink into me, making me moan.

The pressure against my prostate grows, and I’m almost crying now, my entire body taut and ready to snap.

“Such a good boy,” he whispers, and that pushes me over the edge, a pathetic burst of cum sputtering from the tip of my cock. It’s embarrassing, really.

He wets his lips as he trails the camera over my body once more, catching everything from my watering eyes to my puckered nipples, to my cum-splashed stomach.

“We got what we needed.”

He thumbs at his phone, his fingers still inside of me.

“Sent.”

I can’t move, my eyelids fluttering as I flex around him.

“You can—you can take your fingers out of me.”

He hesitates a moment and then slowly pulls them out.

I feel his absence. It almost hurts. I want more.

“I’m going for a smoke,” he says, his voice rough, his pants tight. He’s hornier than he wants to admit in this moment.

But I don’t offer to suck his dick, even though I’d let him slide down my throat. Instead, I just lie there, watching as Luca disappears from the bedroom before I close my eyes and drift off.

The smell of smoke wakes me, my body jerking upright, my mind in a fog. My gaze swivels over to the chair where I see Luca slumpedover, a glass of alcohol on the ground, tipped over, small flames lapping at the rug where I’m sure his cigarette fell.

That asshole probably fell asleep with it in his hand. I jump from the bed.

“Luca!Luca!”

The flames seem to be growing larger, and suddenly Luca is sitting upright, his legs pulled up to his chest, his eyes wide. He’s paralyzed.

I grab the blanket off the bed, flinging it over the small fire and stomping on it before dragging him off the chair and toward me. He stumbles, his fingernails digging into my skin, his breathing raspy.

He looks like he’s miles away, not truly present. He’s back in his nightmares.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s out. The fire is gone.”

He doesn’t seem to believe me, so I pull the blanket back and see the charred rug, but no embers, no flames.

“See. It’s gone. It’s fine.”

Luca lets out a shuddery breath, and I see his hands flexing next to his sides.

Oh fuck.

“Hold on. Just?—”

I rush to the window and pull it open. The sound of the rain outside drowns out the sound of his panicked breathing.

“Come here. Come on,” I say as I approach him. His eyes are glued to the place where the flames had started to lap at the upholstery of the chair he was just in, so I pull him into me once more. He stumbles to the right and my arms wrap around him. I feel the tremble of fear move through his entire body, making his teeth rattle.

I don’t know what happened in his past that made him so afraid of fire. I don’t know because he’s never told anyone that I know of. Anthony might know. I should ask him, despite knowing he may never tell me. The two of them are as close as two men can get.

Like brothers.

I grab my phone off the bedside table and lead a rigid and silent Luca from the bedroom.

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