Page 28 of Rise of Temptation

“I didn’t want to take the time to change clothes. You said ‘now.’” I can feel the smug look on my face, and I know he sees it because his eyes narrow. He looks like smoke could start pouring out of his ears at any moment.

When he ignores my sass, I know I’m in serious trouble.

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out that you talked to Frankie?”

Yep, just what I thought. “I didn’t tell him anything. Just asked him some leading questions to make him think outside the box.” Enzo forgets that this is my job. I’m trained for situations just like this one. Well, minus the sex slave part.

“You shouldn’t be talking to anyone about anything. Leading questions are his specialty. He’s the smartest person in this Family.”

“Would you rather I sucked his dick?” My question is mostly sarcastic, but I have no idea what his reaction to it will be. I haven’t been with anyone—including Enzo—since he told us about his new rules. I think we’re all a little skeptical of the fact that he’s suddenly on board with sharing. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be with them. I’m just not going to push for it. They don’t know that I overheard their conversation the other night, so they need to make the first move.

“I’d rather you suck mine.”

He moves in closer to me and puts his hand on the top of my head, using his height advantage to push me down to my knees. I grip his thighs to catch myself, but I quickly let go when he pushes his shorts down. His cock springs free from its spandex confines, and the tip is already glistening, the pearl of precum beckoning me closer. His natural scent is mixed with the sweat from his workout. It should gross me out, but I think all the orgasms have started to brainwash me.

Enzo wraps my hair around his fist and pulls me closer. This is clearly supposed to be a punishment, but I can’t find it in me to protest. I wrap my lips around his shaft and take him to the back of my throat. He lets out a rare moan before pulling out and easing back in. It’s surprisingly gentle compared to how he usually treats me, and I can’t help but wonder why. But that question gets pushed to the back of my mind by his next thrust.

Even though he’s not going particularly fast, his size still makes me gag a little bit. I decide to try something new with theextra time he’s spending in the back of my throat. On the next pump, I grip the backs of his thighs to hold him in place and swallow around the head of his cock.

“Fuck!” he barks. On the next one, he pushes himself even deeper and holds himself there for a beat before withdrawing. “Do it again,” he orders, and I smile to myself but do as he says. Usually he’s going so fast that I don’t have time to do anything except try not to let my gag reflex win. Maybe this will teach him to slow down and enjoy himself a little more.

I swallow him down a few more times until he quickly pulls out and pumps his length with his hand a few times. His cum lands on my cheeks and my mouth and then he shoots the rest over my chest. It’s not what I was expecting—he usually wants to claim me by filling me with his seed. This seems far too easy to wipe off, which means no one who theoretically would be fucking me after him will know it was ever there.

However, when I stand up and take a few steps in the direction of the towels, he stops me.

“Leave it.”

I turn. “Excuse me?”

“I said, leave it. You can wipe it off when you get upstairs.”

I stare at him in disbelief. “You want me to walk through the house covered in cum?”

“Yes. Now get out. And in the future, keep your leading questions to yourself.”

“You’re unbelievable.” It’s not the snappy comeback I was going for, but I’m too shocked to think of something better. Without another word, I turn on my heel and leave the gym, hoping I won’t run into anyone on my way to my room.

Luck seems to be on my side until I’m opening my door and Frankie walks down the hall. He takes one look at me and bursts out laughing, but I ignore him and enter the closest thing I have to my own space, slamming the door behind me. I’m done withall of them for today. And I definitely did not notice how his damp skin made his shirt cling to every muscle in his chest and arms.

Chapter 22

Enzo

My office is full of people. Too many people. But it’s for a good reason. Or it better be. The people I sent out to investigate who might have a grudge against the Russians are ready to report their findings back to me. In addition to them, I have Sal, Frankie, and Joey here. I also invited Elise, knowing she’d want the information straight from the source instead of through me, but it’s taking everything in me not to laugh every time I look at her.

She’s sitting in the corner on a cushion, and I had a leash and collar delivered to her room before the meeting in addition to the new lingerie she’s wearing. I’m not sure if she’s even trying to hide how absolutely fucking pissed off she is, but it’s not working if she is. If I’m being completely honest, I’m hoping she’ll want to take her anger out on me after this meeting. Her rage always translates to an intense sexual energy.

“Okay, let’s get started. You’ve all been looking into different organizations to figure out if anyone has a grudge against the Russians. Who’s up first?” I nod to Matteo, indicating for him to take the lead.

He shakes his head. “I wasn’t able to find anything between them and the Kings,” he says, naming one of the larger gangs in the area.

The next two soldiers have similar reports. It’s not until the fourth and final man that we get some good news.

“The Irish—” I cringe internally, knowing I’ll never hear the end of it from Elise, “have a pretty good reason to hold a grudge against the Russians. Their princess was promised in marriage to a wealthy businessman, but she ran off and married a low-ranking Russian soldier instead. She ruined their chance at seizing some extra power, and the two of them haven’t returned from wherever they ran off to. No one seems to know where they are. I also haven’t figured out who the jilted rich guy is.”

I turn to look at Frankie, who nods back at me. That’s a pretty strong motive—loss of power and money, not to mention being humiliated by your daughter and your enemy. I’m not sure how we didn’t already hear about it. Something like that should’ve been big news. It’s definitely going to require more digging. It annoys the fuck out of me when I’m kept in the dark about something that could affect my Family.

Now that we have the verification we needed for the tip from Elise’s coworker, I need to figure out our next steps with just Sal, Frankie, and Joey. Elise will stay on her cushion so she can listen.

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