Page 2 of Rise of Temptation

Focus, Elise. Enjoy it all you want, but it’s a one-time thing that ends when you get what you came for.Enjoying it should actually help me stay in character, as long as I can keep my mind focused on my job.

“Get on the bed. Hands and knees.”

He’s so fucking bossy. I know it comes with the territory—he is the boss, after all—but this can’t be something that every woman enjoys in the bedroom. I guess his presence at Club X makes sense. You can buy anything here. Anyone.

I follow his instructions yet again and climb onto the bed. Hands and knees. Such a vulnerable position to be in with a dangerous predator at my back. I hear him moving behind me, but I don’t dare to turn around and see what he’s doing.

The sound of skin slapping skin precedes the sting on my ass from his palm, and I shriek in surprise. What the fuck? Did he just spank me? I don’t get a chance to ask before he shoves a ball gag in my mouth and fastens it behind my head. He’s still behind me, and I can feel the bare skin of his hard length, still wet from my saliva, pressing against my ass.

My panties came off while I was getting on the bed, so I’m only wearing my heels and can’t say a word. I guess the mafia doesn’t do safewords.

I knew when I accepted this assignment that I might wind up in a situation where I have to choose to fully embrace my cover story or blow the whole investigation, and this is it. Try as I might to convince myself that my top priority is solving this case, my inner voice knows me too well.

You want what he’s offering. Release. Oblivion. To give up control. His massive cock.Okay, inner voice. That’s enough.

Not that she’s wrong.

Well, it’s not like he knows who I am. Club X has all the details of my fake identity. Which I’m sure they gave to Enzo, since he runs the organization that owns the club. But Elise Michaels isn’t in any danger from this guy. He doesn’t hurt the escorts, that much I know.

An undercover FBI agent? That would be a different story.

Chapter 2

Enzo

Aball gag. That’s a good choice. Whatever she’s here for, it’ll be much more difficult for her to accomplish without being able to talk. And the only way she’s getting out of it is by admitting who she really is, which she won’t do if she’s any good at her job.

I unbutton my shirt and slip it off, letting it drop to the floor. My pants follow. I’m giving her plenty of time to realize what’s about to happen. It’s a test. Will she let me fuck her like a common whore? I hope so. My body hasn’t responded to someone like this in a long fucking time.

Naked, I climb on the bed behind her. I spank her, then press my cock against her ass and lean forward to fasten the ball gag. She still hasn’t protested, although I just made that harder to do. But I haven’t restrained her. She could get up and leave if she wanted to, as far as she knows.

My cock is wet from her saliva, and I can feel her slickness rubbing against me. Without another thought, I reach between us and grab my dick, push the tip into her entrance, and surge forward. I fill her in one thrust and then pull back and do it again.

Normally, I’d start out a little slower and let the poor woman adjust to my size. But I want to see how much she can take. At what point will she tap out? Will she admit the truth? I know she’s here undercover. Without a doubt, I should’ve ignored her, told Sal and Frankie about her so they could deal with her, or killed her myself.

But I’m drawn to her in the worst way. I’m curious. And I can admit to myself that I want to feel her tight body around mine before I send her to an early grave. Because the only way she’s getting out of this room is in a body bag.

I thrust harder and faster, groaning as her silky walls clench around my length. I don’t want her to come. I want to hear her begging me for more. I want her to scream in frustration around that ball gag when I edge her. I want her to admit that she’s a whore, even if she’s not a real escort. And then I want her to tell me the fucking truth about why she’s here, so that I know if we’ll be expecting any other little problems.

My balls are slapping against her clit, giving her just enough stimulation to push her higher and higher. A tingling feeling precedes my orgasm, building and building into the dam bursts, and I pump her sweet pussy full of my cum. Once I’m completely empty, I pull out and step off the bed.

To my delight, she groans in frustration and then reaches for her clit. As if I’m going to let that happen.

“No.”

She pauses, turns, and glares at me.

“That’s not the way to get on my good side.”

I watch as realization crosses her face. She figured out that I intentionally didn’t let her come. Not that I don’t know how to get her there; I didn’t want her to get there. Yet.

“On your back.”

She obeys.

“Such a good little whore.”

Elise

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