Page 3 of Rise of Temptation

Fuck, I wish I could say I don’t like it when he calls me a whore. I’ve worked hard to get where I am in my career. I shouldn’t be turning into a puddle at the degrading praise of a criminal. But my body doesn’t lie. I love everything he’s doing to me, even though he didn’t let me come.

I still can’t say anything because he hasn’t removed the ball gag. I’m not sure how I’m going to ask him about the trafficking ring we’ve been investigating. All of our latest leads have pointed to Club X, which is why I was sent in. But I haven’t been able to gather any information because I’ve only been picked up by low-level soldiers.

Enzo is my primary suspect, and I honestly never expected him to pick me up, despite how hard I worked to subtly get his attention. I was hoping I’d be able to seduce an officer and get information out of him, but this is better. Although it’s not going well case-wise, my body is enjoying the evening.

“Lift your arms.”

Once again, I find myself following his orders without even questioning them. I know it’s not a good idea but if I don’t play along, he might throw me out. And at this point, he owes me an orgasm.

He cuffs my wrists to the headboard and then removes the ball gag. At least I can talk now, but I’ve lost my chance of escaping if this goes south.

“Now be a good girl and clean yourself off my dick, and I might let you come next time.”

He kneels on the bed by my head expectantly, still looking pissed off at the world. Apparently it’ll take more than one orgasm to cheer him up. I take him into my mouth, loving the taste of our combined juices. Already, he’s hard again.

And he apparently still doesn’t want to come in my mouth.

Just as he moves between my legs, there’s a knock at the door. I expect him to deal with whoever is bothering him before he fucks me again, but he surprises me by fully seating himself inside of me and then yelling, “What?”

The door cracks open and Frankie, his underboss, pokes his head in. Enzo fucks me slowly and looks at Frankie expectantly, waiting to see what he wants.

Frankie takes in the scene before him and then says, “You asked me to tell you, no matter what you were doing. It’s happening now.”

“Fuck!”

Enzo slaps my clit before getting off the bed and throwing his clothes back on as quickly as possible.

“Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back for you. We aren’t anywhere near finished.”

Chapter 3

Enzo

Igo out into the hall with Frankie so I can get more information without Elise overhearing. Chances are, this is what she’s here for, and she isn’t getting anything from me.

“What’s going on?”

“I just overheard one of the Bratva bastards talking about a shipment and then a couple of their mid-level guys headed to the back. Didn’t bring any girls with them.”

“Can you handle it? I want to finish what I started here.”

He gives me a look that says I’m crazy for choosing a hot piece of ass over busting the Russians, but I don’t owe him an explanation. I don’t report to him.

“Just go check it out. It’s not like we can take out the entire Bratva tonight anyway. We just need information.”

“Fine. Enjoy your whore. I’ll fill you in later.”

He heads off to another private room, this one closer to the back of the club. We fixed it up with viewing access to the room next door and marketed it for voyeurs, but in reality we needed it so we could figure out who was responsible for the human trafficking happening in our territory.

Someone is using our club, and that is not a business we would ever be involved in, no matter how lucrative it might be. Looks like a war with the Bratva is looming on the horizon, but we’re ready for it. They won’t see us coming.

I open the door and walk back into my room. Elise is fuming on the bed, nearly shaking with rage because I left her tied up.

“You asshole. Uncuff me!”

“Didn’t you hear me? We aren’t finished. Shut your mouth and spread your legs.”

She tries to hide the lust in her eyes with anger, but I can see right through her. I take my clothes off as I walk across the room and then join her on the bed again. This time, we’re not stopping until we’re both completely spent. I haven’t pushed her nearly far enough yet. She’s going to regret walking into this room by the time I’m done with her.

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