Page 42 of Rise of Temptation

“Once the boss lifts the rules permanently, I’m going to spend an entire day worshiping you the way you deserve,” he says. “But he’s probably counting down the minutes until he can reclaim you, so this will have to do for now.”

That’s all the warning I get before he pulls out and slams back in, all the way to the hilt. I cry out at the unexpected—but not unwelcome—change, and the incoherent noises coming from my mouth are the only sounds in the room aside from our skin slapping together.

“Fuck!” he shouts, tightening his grip on my hips and speeding up even more as he chases his pleasure. “I’m going to fill you with so much cum, you’ll feel me for days.”

The swell of his cock inside me combined with the filth pouring from his lips has me teetering on the edge of my orgasm. I barely touch my clit before my whole body spasms in pleasure. Joey’s movements falter behind me, and the unmistakable feeling of his cum coating my asshole shoots me straight from one orgasm into a second one.

“That was—”

“Get out,” Enzo says from the door, interrupting whatever Joey was about to say.

“Seriously, dude? I’m still hard. Give me a minute.” Joey releases me and pulls out, and the couch cushions shift under me as he puts his pants back on.

I stay where I am with my ass in the air, and he comes around to kneel by my head. “See you later, sunshine,” he says, kissing me sweetly. Then, in a whisper, “He’ll come around soon.” He winks and stands up, then looks at Enzo and smirks. “Glad you enjoyed it, boss. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” He leaves without another word, and I wait for the other shoe to drop.

Quiet footsteps precede Enzo’s shoes appearing on the floor next to me, and I watch as he lowers his zipper and removes his rock-hard, leaking cock from his pants.

“Suck,” he instructs, and it’s like our first night together at the club all over again. Except this time, we don’t have quite as many secrets between us. There are still plenty, there’s no doubt about that, but we’ve uncovered a lot about each other in the short time I’ve been living in his house.

I lift my head off the couch and my lips seal around his crown. The drops of precum mix with my saliva in my mouth. I love the taste of him, but I’d never admit it. Fighting and sex go hand in hand for us, and we both get off on my resistance.

“I said, suck,” he growls, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth and making me gag. “Did you enjoy that? Did you like getting fucked in the ass by my friend?”

The reminder draws my attention to the cum dripping out of me, and I nod.

“Is that what you want? You want all three of them to fuck you in every hole?” His questions are punctuated by hard pumps of his hips, pushing the limits of what my throat can handle until tears are streaming down my face.

Unable to respond, I shake my head, and he pauses, surprised by my answer. I take the opportunity to swap my mouth for my hand on his shaft.

“You don’t?” he asks. “But I thought—”

“I want all four of you,” I admit.

He stares at me, and I can’t gauge what he’s thinking. Just when I think his expression is softening the slightest bit, he threads his fingers into my hair and pulls my head towards his dick.

“Suck.”

Chapter 32

Elise

“Wake up.”

I crack one eye open to find Enzo towering over my bed, as broody and intimidating as always. “What do you want?” It’s a fair question. For sex, he usually just climbs into my bed and gets started without making sure I’m fully awake. Which means it’s probably something else. Something case-related, I hope.

“We have a meeting.” Without another word, he turns, strides into my closet, and starts rummaging around.

I stay in my bed and wait for him to return. “What lingerie should I wear? And what are you looking for?” The only things in the closet are dresses and shoes, for the most part. But the lingerie is in the dresser, and that’s what he always has me wear to meetings.

He comes back with a blood-red bodycon dress, which he lays over my desk chair before tossing me a pair of lacy, black panties. They sit on the blanket next to me, and I flick my gaze from the scrap of fabric back to Enzo, waiting for an explanation.

I don’t have to wait long. “I need arm candy. You need to doyour hair and makeup. Dress to impress.”

“Not a Family meeting, then?” I ask.

Instead of answering, he turns to leave.

“Enzo.” Desperation and frustration battle for dominance in my voice, and I do my best to get my emotions under control before speaking again. “I’ll behave a lot better if you’re honest with me. Feeling like I’m being kept in the dark out of spite when we’re supposed to be helping each other is a surefire way to make sure I don’t help you as well as I could.”

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