Page 83 of His Enforcer

He knows and keeps doing it.

I’m shaking now, my arms and legs, even my teeth are clattering in my head as I groan loudly. Luca’s finger moves past my taint to my crack and drags down it.

When he finds my hole and presses against it, I cry out, my cock twitching between my legs and unloading into his mouth. Luca doesn’t move, just holds me inside of him as I come, letting my release hit his tongue in waves until I’m slouched over, my legs weak, my eyelids fluttering in shock.

Luca pulls off me, holding my release in his mouth before leaning over and spitting it out in the palm of his hand, staring at it. I try to find words, to apologize for coming without warning, but he just meets my gaze, his eyes bright.

“Come to bed, Vik.”

He stands up, wiping his hand on the side of his pants before pulling me forward. I stumble, trying to remember how to walk when he just sucked all my abilities out of my dick. He huffs a small laugh and then turns around and picks me up. My legs wind around his back and I tuck my face into his neck.

He’s so strong, carrying me like I weigh nothing.

This is bad, so detrimental to me, my heart, my soul.

He sets me in bed, strips down to nothing, and crawls in next to me, his hand on my stomach, his leg over mine. His lips are right near my ear and I can hear him breathing. It’s gentle, calming, soothing.

After several long moments, his fingers drawing lines on my skin, he whispers, “Do you feel like mine now?”

I swallow and sink into him further, the answer coming out before I can stop it. It’s a lie, the worst kind.

It sounds like one. Everyone can hear it. Even God is shaking his head right now.

“No.”

He laughs lowly.

“Don’t worry, kitten. That will change with time.”

That one word ruined everything. Luca is even more infuriating now, always touching me, kissing me, making me crawl between his legs at night and suck him off before he touches me with his lips, his tongue, making me arch into him, making me beg.

I saidno, and it’s made him more resolute, more determined.

I didn’t mean it, and he knows it.

He just wants me to admit it.

“Love the hickey on you,” Tatum says as he wiggles into a tight pair of pants and turns to the side, examining himself in the full-length mirror. It’s finally Saturday evening and we’re getting ready for a night at the renovated club. Well, Tatum is getting ready; I’m just sitting here watching.

I refuse to dress as if this is some kind of date.

That’s not what this is. No matter what Luca says.

Avoiding him and his stupid mouth and hands. The way those eyes glitter when he stares at me, the way he wets his lips as if he’s imagining devouring me whole. My cock is hard in my pants all the time. It’s in a perpetual state of this now. I’m fucking miserable.

“Shut up. It doesn’t mean anything,” I murmur, peeking at the bright purple spot just below my chin in the mirror. He did this last night, bit and sucked, grinding into me until I was coming loudly.

I need to stay away. I need to stop sleeping over at his place.

Jax is wondering where I am.

I can’t tell anyone. No one knows what is happening between us.

“Seems he wanted to make a point about who you belong to.Anthony does it too. I have a bite mark on my ass cheek from two days ago.”

Before I can respond to that, Bane appears through the secret door in the wall of the bedroom and bounces up to us, his hair in disarray, blood smeared across his cheek. He’s grinning maniacally and leans down to press a kiss to my lips, but I shove him away.

“Not with blood on your face, Bane,” I grumble, and he sighs.

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