Enforcer’s Obsession

Chapter 20

TWENTY

Nico

Panic, the type of panic that I hadn’t felt in years—in decades—rushed over me.

I’d taken my eyes off her.

Fucking stupid.

I took off in the direction I had last seen her, my mind racing with a million thoughts, one chief among them.

The Genevose had gotten her.

That, or she’d left on her own.

That thought was a gut punch, but even still, I knew which one was worse. If she wanted to escape, the correction would be simple enough. A very pointed conversation when I found her should do the job.

But if the Genovese had her…

I wanted to call out for her, but also didn’t want to attract any more attention than I already had. Even though I had dressed as casually as I could, I hadn’t missed the curious stares, people no doubt wondering why Hope was with someone like me.

So I walked as casually as I could, heading back through the trails that people used to jog and run larger dogs.

Listen to the barks, trying to pinpoint one that I recognized, but all I heard was the racing of my heart.

Calm the fuck down, Nico , I whispered in my head.

I was near frantic, but knew that wouldn’t help anyone.

Panic was the enemy, and I wouldn’t let it overtake me now. That got my head screwed back on, I kept moving, going deeper, and deeper into the woods.

I looked around and realized that I couldn’t see the dog park anymore. All I saw was a dense thicket of trees, and Hope nowhere to be found.

“Champ!”

I heard that faint sound, but I kept my emotions at bay and followed the sound deeper into the trees.

Felt a million feelings when I saw Hope kneeling on the trail chastising the dog.

“Champ, you can’t run off like that. What if you got lost?” she said.

I could hear the amusement in her voice as I drank in the profile view of her face. Then suddenly felt so many emotions—relief, anger, others I didn’t know what to do with.

She hadn’t left; she hadn’t even been trying.

But even through the relief, the tension that had held me in its grip wouldn’t let go.

“You should listen to your own advice,” I said.

She froze, her eyes wide as she looked up at me.

My voice was rough, unrelenting, and as Hope stared at me, she pulled herself to her full height.

“What are you talking—” The words were cut off when I pushed her back against the nearest tree.

My hands were shaking, as I fumbled with her jeans. She stared at me with wide eyes, shock and heat mixing in a way that I found irresistible. I brushed my lips against her cheek, then nipped her bottom lip between my teeth.

Swallowed her shocked exhale.

My lips sealed on hers as I freed my cock and entered her in one stroke.

I trapped her between the tree and my body, my mouth sealed on hers as she yielded to me. Her pussy fit my cock like a glove, one that was designed just for me.

I thrust harder, anchoring my forearm at the small of her back, holding her still as I pounded into her.

She clung to me, needy, desperate, and when she exhaled, filling my lungs with air from hers, I came, my seed exploding out of me like a rocket. At the first blast, she clamped down on me tight, her pussy choking me, milking me of my cum.

My heart had been racing, and it slowed. As I came to myself, I realized that Champ had run off but was still in sight.

I met her eyes, and she looked at me quizzically.

“What was that?” she asked.

“That was me fucking you,” I said.

Her eyes hardened. “Seriously, Nico. What was that?”

“Don’t run off. Ever ,” I said, my voice low, threatening.

Hope, who had looked away to adjust her clothes, looked at me.

But I didn’t see fear, not even anger.

Only exasperation.

“You could have just said that,” she said.

She held my gaze for a long moment, and then, to my shock, I started to laugh.

“I like my way better,” I said.

She shrugged, then blushed. “I guess I do too.”