Page 77 of His Enforcer

“I’ve never wanted a man before.”

“Who says it matters? Male, female. If it works, it works.” I peer over at my best friend, and he smirks at me. “And the sex is fucking nice.”

I think about Viktor, his tight ass, his clenching hole, the way he begs for it.

“Anyway,” Anthony says, disrupting my fantasies. “How is the club coming along?”

“Should be ready to go for the re-opening Saturday. Are you and Tatum coming?”

“I’d rather stay home but he wants to attend. Will security be enough?”

“It will be better than enough. No one is getting in without verification and the guards have been doubled, both in uniform and those in plainclothes.”

“Good. Are you bringing Viktor?”

I shift on my feet. “He’s my bodyguard now, isn’t he?”

“I meant as a date. If he’s sucking your cock, you might as well make a gesture.”

“Fuck gestures. I take what I want.”

Anthony nods toward the door, and I follow him. As we move, he eyes me. “Just don’t forget the romantic parts. Sex is good, but you also need to remember most people need more than that.”

I’m not sure Vik does. He’s a horny slut, but the way I stroked his face this morning, the way he nearly purred against me, makes me think I should do a little better. It’s been so long since I’ve even tried that I don’t know what to do.

I’ll think about it later, I tell myself as we make our way through the tunnels with the lights flickering above us as Anthony leads me to Bane’s lair.

When we arrive, we find Bane in his cluttered office, his dick out, his hand stroking it.

Anthony clears his throat, and Bane looks over, a grin spreading across his face.

“Hey, Boss. I’m just looking at porn right now. Georgiy is avoiding me. I think he’s afraid of commitment, which has just led me to being very horny.”

I huff a small laugh and pull out a cigarette, feeling slightly forlorn that Viktor is topside right now and not able to light it for me. Fuck, I should have had him follow me down here, but he was busy, so I made my way below by myself.

“Put your dick away, Bane. I have a job for you.”

He sighs but does as Anthony says. While he’s zipping up his pants, I take in the jars of human remains littering his bookshelves. I’m pretty sure that jar of ears is new. I haven’t seen that one yet.

“How can I help you, Boss?” Bane asks, standing up. His dick straining at the front of his pants. “I have a nice dick, huh? Dicks are just all-around amazing. I have a jar of them somewhere in here.”

Anthony clears his throat, and Bane turns back toward us, shifting on his feet. “Oh yes, right. What is this job?”

Bane eyes me, but I don’t say anything, because I have no fucking idea what Anthony wants from him. This is as much of a surprise to me as it is to him.

“The re-opening of the club is on Saturday. I’d like you to attend.”

“Oh.Oh,a club! Like with dancing? Or a sex club? What do I wear?”

“Not a sex club and I’ll have Tatum handle your outfit. But I’d like you to watch over Tatum when I’m not around. Luca has assured me security will be tight, but I need several people watching him specifically. We all remember the fire there several months ago.”

Bane huffs. “I do remember that and I’m telling you it was Henry behind it. But anyhoo, I can do that. But Iwashoping you’d be suggesting something with those back rooms Luca had put in.”

He’s pouting now, and Anthony arches an eyebrow at me. “You can have sex, Bane. When Tatum is withme, you’re free to do what you like.”

“Oh, goodie.” He pulls out his phone and taps on the screen. “I’m just going to let Georgiy know, so he can be very jealous that my ass is going to get it. Probably. Most likely.”

He waggles his eyebrows at his phone and then sets it aside. “Oh, and I almost forgot.” He shuffles to the back of the office and reappears with something dangling from his hands.

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