Page 13 of Rise of Temptation

“Elise! Open the fucking door!” I bang on the solid wood for emphasis.

“Go fuck someone else!” she yells back.

“Do you think I can’t get in? If I have to unlock the door, you’re in so much shit.”

“Tell me about the shipment first.”

“What about this situation makes you think you have room to negotiate? Open. The. Fucking. Door. Now!” I emphasize each word by banging my fist against the door.

It swings open, and she stands there with her hands on her hips, glaring up at me. I meet her glare with my own and then swing her over my shoulder as I move into the room. Her protests are met with a swift swat to her perfect ass, and she squeals.

“Put me down, you fucking lunatic!”

I spank her again, and she beats her fists against my back. Fed up with her bullshit, I drop her to the bed and roll her onto her stomach.

“I’m installing restraints in here first thing in the morning,” I growl. The skimpy lingerie has already slipped up over her hips, giving me the access I need to roughly palm both of her cheeks. I rip the sides of her thong and throw it on the floor so I can see her pussy clenching every time I touch her.

“Your cunt is dripping,” I growl. With both hands, I spread her wide open and lean down so I can taste her. My tongue moves from her clit all the way up to her tight, puckered hole before I sit back and spank her again.

She flips her head around and glares at me, but the lust emanating from her eyes and the droplets of arousal on the bed give her true feelings away. When she opens her mouth—presumably to yell at me—I grab a handful of her hair and shove her head into the pillows. “I’m going to fuck the attitude out of you,” I promise.

“Good luck,” she mutters, earning herself another spanking.

Her screams are music to my ears as my hand makes contact with her plump cheeks. Once her ass is nice and red, I rub my hand over the heated skin to soothe it. Her pussy is so wet, I wonder if she could come just from being dominated andspanked. If not, it won’t take much to get her there at this point.

Chapter 11

Elise

I’m sore. I’m aching. I’m dripping. I’m on the verge of begging for Enzo to fuck me. I hate that he can get to me so easily. My defenses should be stronger. His big, strong hand is still holding my head down to the pillow, so all I can see is the wall next to the door. The heat from his body against mine is just a tease of what could be. He hasn’t even taken his clothes off yet.

In the back of my mind, I know that I should be more concerned about why he’s so angry. Did something go wrong? Is everyone okay? But I know it won’t do me any good to try and get information out of him before he’s ready. Besides, he has me so worked up that I need to come as much as I need to stay alive and keep my job.

His soothing touch on my sore skin is unexpected but not unwelcome. I arch my back and lean into it, enjoying the comfort that his hands are bringing me. But it doesn’t last. He lets go of my head and climbs off the bed so quickly, I almost lose my balance. I turn around in a panic, thinking he’s going to leave without even really touching me. Relief sweeps through me when I realize he’s getting undressed. My mouth waterswhen he pushes his pants down and releases his cock. It bobs in the air, and I’m overcome with need. I need it inside me. I don’t even care where.

“Lie back,” Enzo commands.

I’m in no mood or position to argue, so I do as he says. He surprises me when he mounts the bed by my arm and straddles my chest, but I have no complaints when he pushes my breasts together and slides his dick between them. The glistening tip peeks out at me, and I lean forward to lap up the precum. It’s a little salty, and I want more. He pulls back, then thrusts forward a little harder, taking my waiting mouth by surprise.

Each pump of his hips is more aggressive than the last, until he’s fucking my tits and my mouth at the same time. “Fuck,” he grunts. “Going to come soon.”

I moan in response because he isn’t giving me time to talk. Breathing between thrusts is all I have time for. I want to swallow him down or let him paint my skin with his cum. Somehow, Enzo always knows what I want and never gives it to me. Right after his announcement about his impending orgasm, he lets go of my breasts and stops moving.

“What are you doing?” I ask. “You didn’t come.”

“I didn’t say I was done. Stop talking. You’re always fucking talking.”

He moves down my body and settles between my legs, which he lifts up so that my ankles are resting on his shoulders. One smooth movement later, I’m impaled on his length. He quickly retreats, only to return in the next second and start pounding into me at a punishing pace. His hands on my thighs are the only things holding me in place and keeping me from flying off the bed. My moans turn to screams as my orgasm builds, and I fall over the edge when Enzo swells inside of me before coating my walls.

He leans forward for a moment, bracing his body against mylegs, and then rolls to the side and stares up at the ceiling. We’re both panting, but I don’t think either of us is more relaxed. The endorphins didn’t give us amnesia, so we’re both still thinking about work. And he still looks pissed off. I stay still, waiting for him to broach the subject however he wants to.

“There was no shipment. It was a trap.” He sounds furious, and I don’t blame him.

Worry consumes me. “Is everyone okay?”

“Yes, but we got lucky. Frankie felt like something was off, so we switched the plan and went in from the other way. It took longer, but we came up behind an ambush that could’ve been deadly for us.”

I’m suddenly sick to my stomach at the idea of anything happening to these men. I don’t really know them, and I’m technically a hostage, but I don’t want them to die. Not even Enzo.

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