Page 9 of Rise of Temptation

We keep moving down the hall towards the back of the house, but they don’t open every door. There are a couple of bedrooms and an office, but they won’t tell me what’s in the rooms we skip. At the end of the hall, we finally find the gym. Just like I thought, every piece of equipment is top-of-the-line and looks brand new, even though I’m sure it gets used regularly.

“Thanks for the tour. You can leave me here.” I’m not surprised when Sal and Joey don’t immediately turn around and leave, but a girl can dream. Instead, they lean against the wall on either side of the door and watch me move around the gym. “Are you just going to stare at me?”

“You’re not dressed for a workout. And the tour isn’t over. We’ve only done one floor.” Sal nods in agreement before Joey continues. “Let’s go, sunshine. You can come back later.”

I roll my eyes, but he has a point. I’m wearing flip flops and jean shorts. The most I’d be able to do is walk on a treadmill. “Fine. Upstairs, then?” Without waiting for a response, I lead them back the way we came until I get to the stairs. The rest of the house is basically bedrooms and bathrooms, but there is a fairly large library on the second floor. At least I know I won’t be bored. Between the gym, the books, and whatever Enzo makes me do, I’ll be busy.

Sal and Joey get a text before we get back to my room, and they take off back down the stairs. When I walk back into my room, I find a hot bowl of tomato soup and a turkey panini waiting for me. The smell draws me in and by the time I finish eating, I’m too full to consider working out. Instead, I opt to call it an early night.

My t-shirt and panties are all I need as far as pajamas go, so I brush my teeth and crawl between the sinfully comfortable, soft sheets and drift off before I have a chance to reflect on my day. There will be plenty of time for that tomorrow.

Chapter 8

Elise

Idon’t know why, but I expected Enzo to only make use of our agreement when there were other people around to show off for. I figured he would ignore me when he didn’t need me to play my role. That’s why I’m surprised to wake up a few hours later and find him sliding into my bed.

He immediately lifts my t-shirt and pulls it over my head, then goes for my panties. I’m still partially asleep and too shocked to fight him over the shirt, but I swat his hand away from my waistband.

“What the hell are you doing?” I screech.

“What does it look like?” His annoyance registers through my confusion, anger, drowsiness, and—unfortunately—arousal, but I ignore it.

“It looks like you snuck into my room in the middle of the night to fuck me.”

“Right. Now take off the fucking panties, or I’ll rip them off.”

“You can’t just—”

“I think you’ll find that I can just. This is my house, and you agreed to play this part.” His voice is cold and angry. Dangerous.

“I thought it was only for show. When you have people here.”

“I don’t believe I ever said that. But maybe I didn’t make myself clear. You’re mine to do with as I please. That’s not just during business hours.”

“I need something to take to my boss. I can’t just hang around your house and fuck you at all hours of the day and night without something to show for it.”

“That’s a discussion for business hours. Right now, it’s happy hour.”

I loosen my grip on his hand, which is still on my hip, and he yanks my panties down. As much as I don’t want to admit it, fighting with Enzo has pushed every emotion except anger and arousal out of my body. Once my panties are off, he moves over me, and I realize he’s been completely naked the whole time.

In one fluid movement, he surges forward and impales me on his cock. My back arches off the bed so my chest presses into his, and I dig my nails into his back. I’m so full, and yet…

“More,” I beg. “I need more.”

“Glad to hear the job is growing on you.”

I hear the sarcasm, but I don’t care. I wrap my legs around his lower back and press my heels into his ass, urging him to move. After an agonizing wait of at least half a second, he pulls out and rocks back in, not giving in to the primal urge to fuck. I know he feels it because I can feel the restraint in his movements. A frustrated groan escapes from my throat, and he pulls back to give me an evil grin.

“Something wrong?” he asks, knowing damn well exactly what’s wrong.

“Of course not.” I smile sweetly. “All I’ve ever wanted is for a big, bad mafia boss to make love to me in the middle of the night.”

“Your attitude leaves something to be desired.”

“If you don’t like it, you’re welcome to show yourself out.” Iknow I’m pushing my luck, but he pushes all my buttons, and I can’t help myself from trying to push his in return.

“Nice try.” He smirks. “Now flip over.”

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