Page 28 of His Enforcer

I stare down at him and can’t help the anger pulsing through me. Impulsively, I reach down and grab his neck, choking him roughly. His eyes widen, and then, with a loud grunt, he bucks up, flinging me onto my back, his body entirely on top of mine.

My hands are dislodged from his throat and he tries to restrain them, but I manage to avoid him, curling my legs around his back and trying to push him off of me. Not that I manage the first time, but I’m able to push him to his side, my hand shoved against hisface and arching his neck back. His fingers curl into my hair and tug roughly, making me cry out.

I’m so pissed now. I can’t help but breathe fire. We wrestle around on the bed, grunting and cursing, our bodies sliding against each other, the scent of him permeating my senses.

Fuck, he smells so good.

I loathe him.

It doesn’t help that he feels good against me, his dick sliding against mine, the stimulation making him half-hard as well. I don’t take it personally.

I know what he thinks of me.

Finally, Luca gets the upper hand and my arms are wrenched up above my head, his knees on my thighs, pinning me down. His hair is in disarray, his eyes wild as he stares down at me.

“You are such a bitch,” he murmurs.

“Your bitch, you mean? Your slut?” I rasp.

He chuckles, his nails digging into my skin, his knees pushing into my thighs painfully. Fuck, I’m going to have bruises there tomorrow.

“You fucking wish.”

Our eyes meet and his nostrils flare, and then I see it, spit forming between his lips, falling onto my cheek. He stares at it, and I curse under my breath at the sensation of his saliva falling from my skin to the pillow beneath me.

“You look good wearing me.”

“Ihateyou.”

“And yet you want me to fuck you. What an interesting conundrum.”

I turn my face slightly, closing my eyes, letting myself feel the weight of him owning me for just a moment before I feel the wet swipe of his tongue against my cheek.

My eyes pop open and I meet his glittering gaze.

“Stop licking me. If you keep this up, I’ll think you want me.”

“I only want to make you suffer,” he replies and then he movesoff me, rolling to his side of the bed and picking up his phone from the floor. The video is still playing but thankfully he shuts it off and then swipes at his phone screen.

“Want dinner?”

I drag my hand across my wet face and glower at him. I want to tell him to eat glass, but then my stomach rumbles. That granola bar did fuck all.

“I’ll take that as a yes and since you want to be my little bitch, I’ll order for you.”

I grit my teeth and turn my body into the mattress, my face smashed into the pillow. I take care to temper my breathing, trying like hell to not think about the fact that Luca is right there next to me, naked and smelling like hotel soap and the deodorant I bought.

My mind moves to my breathing and I try to center myself, thinking about all the reasons my hate for him is illogical, but I can’t quite make my mind believe it. I just don’t like the guy. He infuriates me. How hot he is, how cocky and confident. How he speaks to me, how he treats me.

I hate that I’m so attracted to him and know I can’t have him.

That I had him and won’t ever feel that again.

A knock on the door an hour later has Luca standing up, and I may peek over from my place on the bed to watch his ass as he moves.

It’s fucking glorious.

I turn my face back into my pillow and let out a loud sigh.

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