Page 4 of Rise of Temptation

Elise

Enzo doesn’t waste any time. He climbs onto the bed, pushes my legs apart, and stares at his cum leaking out of me as he strokes himself to bring his erection back. He uses two fingers to push his cum back into me and then swaps out his fingers for his cock.

Just like the first time, he doesn’t take it easy on me. He pounds into me, ramming me repeatedly and probably bruising my cervix. But holy fuck is it worth whatever pain I’ll be in tomorrow. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

His grip on my thighs is tight enough to bruise, and he’s still on his knees between my legs, which are thrown over his shoulders. I’m being stretched to my limits, and all I can do is take it.

“Oh god, please, more. Harder. Please!”

I can’t believe I’m begging. I’m not even pretending to be incharacter. I really do want him to fuck me to within an inch of my life, give me a minute to recover, and then do it again.

He lowers my legs and leans over me but doesn’t lose his rhythm. Then his hand is around my neck, choking me while he fucks me. It’s just a little too hard, and I’m afraid I might pass out if he doesn’t let up a little bit.

The look in his eyes is what gives him away. He knows. He figured out who I am. Did Frankie just tell him? Has he known all night? The whole time I’ve worked here? Oh god. I’m going to die tonight.

“Please,” I gasp. “Please, stop.”

His glare turns ferocious. This is the monster that people fear in dark alleys. I’m done for.

“Why are you here? Who sent you? What do you want?”

He continues to thrust into me, and his grip on my throat doesn’t loosen.

“Can’t. Breathe.”

A little relief; just enough to speak.

“Trafficking. We know about the trafficking.”

His eyes narrow. I can see the wheels turning in his mind.

“Why have you been after me for the past few weeks?”

Fuck, it’s hard to think when his cock is filling me so thoroughly.

“Needed information. You’re at the top.”

“Oh yeah? How’s that going for you?” he sneers.

“Fuck you.” Too late, I realize that’s exactly how it’s going for me, and it’s not an insult at all. It’s simply a description of our current reality.

His smirk is evil before he tightens his grip on my throat again, and my vision starts to fade around the edges. If I weren’t so afraid I was going to die, I’d be enjoying the brutality of his hand and his cock working together like this.

“Blink once for yes and twice for no. If you answer myquestions before you pass out, maybe I’ll let you live. Got it?”

I blink once.

“Do you know who is responsible for the trafficking?”

Blink. Blink.

“Did you come here thinking you’d be able to get information from me by seducing me?”

Blink.

“Have you enjoyed yourself so far?”

Pause. Blink.

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