Page 85 of His Enforcer

He has a nice ass, I’ll give him that.

“Snap a few pics. I’m going to send this to Georgiy.”

“Hasn’t he been ignoring you since you came home from visiting Angel?” Tatum asks.

“Yes, well, he can’t ignore me forever. And I didn’t come home of my own free will. They shipped me home. In a box. It was very rude. Now get a good angle. I spent a lot of money on these panties.”

He arches his ass out and then hands Tatum his phone. As Tatum snaps pictures, I pull mine out and stare down at the screen.

Luca has messaged me a few times today and I’ve left him on read, not responding for a slew of reasons.

Mainly my pride.

The way I act when I’m around him. It’s insufferable, degrading, and totally who I am deep down.

He’s eating it up.

Luca:

Almost ready for tonight?

I can’t wait to see which slut panties you’re wearing.

My perfect toy.

I scowl and, at the same time, bite my bottom lip, feeling those flutters through my stomach. It’s harmful to my mental health and yet, I won’t stop it.

“Oh, a toy,” Bane exclaims, looking over my shoulder, snooping. “Is that what you are? How exciting.”

I shut my phone off and glower at him. “Shut up, Bane.”

“I can’t do that. It’s too hard.”

His phone pings and he glances down at it gleefully. “Oh, it’s Georgiy. Oh, he’s not happy with me. I think that’s what this message means.”

He wiggles around and bounces on his feet.

“What did he say?” Tatum asks, peering over his shoulder. The two of them are silent as they read and then squeal.

“Do you really think he’ll get on a plane?” Tatum asks.

“I hope so. I have been a very bad boy.”

They grin at each other and I take my leave. The two of them can get ready together without me. I’m done anyway.

As I make my way down the stairs, I wander around, not looking for Luca—really I wasn’t—but finding him in Anthony’s office. The two are sitting at his desk, feet kicked up, drinking whiskey from crystal tumblers. When I stand in the doorway, Luca’s eyes move to me and stay there. I can’t move. The way he looks at me is so predatory and sensual, I start to melt from the force of it. I think my feet have disappeared into the floor.

“There you are, pretty boy. Come here,” he says softly, and I huff as my cock hardens in my pants. Oh, who am I kidding? It’s been hard this whole time. Now it’s just throbbing.

Anthony chuckles as I make my way over to Luca, my eyes following the slant of his jaw, the way his Adam’s apple bobs, the tattoos peeking up over the top of his shirt.

He looks hot and he knows it.

He places his legs on the ground and points to his lap. “Sit that ass right here.”

I peer over at Anthony, who is grinning from behind his glass of whiskey.Fuck him too, I think as I huff and lower myself onto Luca’s lap. I want him to know I hate this. This is terrible and awful.

All the bad things.

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