Page 75 of His Enforcer

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LUCA

Iwatch the dark gray clouds move across the sky as I blow the smoke from my cigarette up into the air.

Vik lit it for me as we lay there in bed.

His body is bruised, his hair in disarray. So fucking wrecked. Ruined.

I did that. I owned him at that moment.

I lean back and sip at my coffee.

I didn’t bother getting dressed. I’m naked on my porch, the one overlooking the golf club.

The cool breeze on my skin makes me feel alive. Like I’m not suffocating in the heat of the fire.

Last night, I slept well, cradled against Vik’s back, the thrum of his heart calming. But when I woke, overheated and overwhelmed, I panicked and found myself out here.

I called my aunt and spoke with her for a while, processing what happened.

“I want to meet him,” she said. “He’s special.”

I couldn’t admit it, but he is.

I knew it three years ago and I know it now. I told her I’ll bring him when I visit. She told me she’d have a room waiting.

Footsteps have me turning my head, and I see Viktor standing there, a blanket around his shoulders, his hair still a wild mess.

Fuck, he’s hot.

He doesn’t move toward me. Something between us shifted last night. I can feel it. He can too.

Mine, my body thrums as I stare at him, owning him with my gaze, marking him with my body.

“Come here,” I say, spreading my legs slightly.

He hesitates a moment before walking toward me, lowering himself to his knees between my spread thighs.

My free hand moves into his hair, threading my fingers through those soft strands. His cheek lands on my thigh as I pet him. I swear I can almost hear him purr.

“You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?” I say huskily.

He peers up at me, a cute little scowl on those red lips. The bottom one is swollen from the way my teeth sank into it last night.

“You won’t admit it, but you love it, don’t you, kitten?”

I take a drag of my cigarette and exhale the smoke, watching it disappear into the air around us.

A golf cart drives by in the distance, just as it starts to sprinkle.

“You think they’d see us if I stuff your mouth full?”

He shudders and peers up at me with those pretty eyes.

“You think they’d stop and watch?” I ask.

His face moves slightly toward my dick, which is lengthening just from him being nearby. It seems he owns me just as much as I own him.

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