Page 54 of Rise of Temptation

Enzo: My office. Now. In uniform.

Frankie is sitting in on these meetings while Sal waits in the hall to make sure Elise is safe. We debated letting Elise sit in on the meetings too, but Frankie didn’t want her knowing all the fake info. I suspect he’s going to feed her a separate story to test her loyalty, which means he’s going to be pissed that I just called her down here. Unfortunately for him, he’s not in charge.

Peter arrives and takes his seat a minute before Elise walks in, and he hastily averts his eyes to avoid looking at her too long.

Good. They’re learning.

“Elise.” I beckon her forward with my finger, and she comes to stand next to me. Her expression is very calm and demure, but her eyes are a raging storm of emotion. “Under the desk.”

She gives me one last murderous look before dropping to her knees and crawling into the space beneath my desk. Frankie undoubtedly just got a glimpse of her bare pussy, and he adjusts himself slightly.

Elise’s nimble fingers get to work on my belt and zipper, and I turn my attention back to the matter at hand.

To his credit, Peter keeps his attention on me the whole time I’m talking and doesn’t give any indication that he can hear the sounds of Elise trying to suck my soul out of my cock. And that’s exactly what she’s doing. I expected her to give me a lacklusterblowjob and then wait to be dismissed, but she’s channeling every ounce of hatred and rage into her actions, and it’s working in my favor.

I barely manage to stave off my orgasm before he leaves but as soon as the door clicks shut behind Peter and Frankie, who is going to walk him out, I scoot my chair back and let my cock slide out of Elise’s perfect mouth. She looks out at me with glazed-over eyes, and my gaze tracks down to where her fingers are pressed against her clit, unmoving.

“Did sucking my cock turn you on so much you had to pleasure yourself?” I ask, slowly stroking my shaft and working her saliva into my skin.

Her vision starts to clear, and the fury returns. “Are we done here?” She tries to cover herself with her skimpy dress, but it’s too hard for her to maneuver in the cramped space.

“Of course we aren’t done.” I tug my dick for emphasis, and she glances down at it before returning her glare to my face. “Aren’t you going to ask why I called you down here?”

“Seems pretty obvious,” she points out.

“We’re trying to catch a rat,” I remind her. “The last thing I need is for my enemies to think the terms of your stay here have changed. That would put a target on your back and be a distraction from the real issue.”

“This is why you need to clue me in on the plan,” she says, climbing out from under the desk and standing in front of me with her hands on her hips. “I can act the part of your stupid little whore. Just tell me ahead of time, and I’ll traipse in here in skimpy lingerie and let you fuck me on the desk in front of everyone who works for you.”

“Over my dead fucking body,” I growl. “You’re never to wear lingerie during meetings again.”

“Why not?” she taunts. “After all, it’s the only way I’ve been useful to you.”

I stand and crowd her against the desk, my erection pressing against her belly. “You know I didn’t fucking mean that,” I say, my voice low.

“How would I know that?” There’s a challenge in her voice that pushes every single one of my buttons. “All you’ve done since then is fuck me in the middle of the night and this,” she says, gesturing between us.

The door opens, and Sal and Frankie step into the room. They close the door behind them and wait by the door, unsure if we’re fighting or fucking. Honestly, I’m not sure either. It feels like both are true.

“That’s not all you’ve done though, is it?” I ask, alluding to the security footage I watched several times of her little tryst in the hall with Frankie and Sal. I’m hoping the change of subject will draw her attention away from how dangerously close we just got to talking about our feelings.

She glances over her shoulder at them and then looks back at me and shrugs. “We didn’t break any rules.”

“Tell me,” I whisper, lifting her onto the desk and grinding my dick against her bare cunt, then turning her head so she’s looking at them. “Did you get off on the fear that Frankie might kill you?”

She nods, and I take a deep breath, inhaling her sweet scent.

“He still might, you know. He doesn’t trust you.” I bite her earlobe and thrust against her again. She shudders and closes her eyes, and I wrap one hand around her throat. “Open your eyes. Look at them while I’m talking to you,” I order in a low growl.

Elise’s whimper is the most beautiful sound and when she opens her eyes, there’s a plea in them. But a plea for what?

Sal must see it too because he steps up to the other side of my desk and leans over it to drop a soft kiss on her parted lips. I expect to be overcome by jealousy, but I just want to seewhat will happen. She sighs and leans into him, and their kiss deepens. His hand snakes into her dress and finds her breast, and I can tell the moment he makes contact with her nipple because her pussy gushes on my cock.

With every thrust, I make sure my dick hits her clit and savor the way her body shakes for me. “Are you going to kiss him while I take your sweet pussy?” I ask, dragging my length through her wet slit and coating myself in her juices.

She moans in response, a desperate sound that I plan to hear again before I give us both what we want.

Frankie walks over to the built-in cabinet on the side of the room and digs around in a drawer before turning around with a small bottle in his hand. It takes me a minute to realize what it is.

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