Page 52 of Rise of Temptation

“You… don’t mind?” Sal asks, hope and heat mixing in his eyes as he takes a step closer to Frankie. Frankie doesn’t say a word, but he’s still standing in the hallway with his cock jutting out from his open jeans.

“Mind? Why would I mind? It’s fucking hot,” I answer honestly.

“You’re just going to stand there and watch us?” Frankie asks, finally breaking his silence. He’s barely spoken to me since he found out about my real job, so I’m surprised he hasn’t zipped up his pants and stomped off already.

“You’re the ones going at it outside of my room,” I point out. “If you don’t want an audience, go somewhere else.”

They look at each other and come to some sort of silent agreement. The next thing I know, Sal is dropping to his knees in front of Frankie, and I’m really wishing I had panties on.

“Fuck,” I whisper when Sal takes Frankie all the way to the hilt on the first thrust. I press my legs together to try and stop my arousal from dripping onto the floor, but watching the two of them together is driving me wild with need.

“Oh, fuck me,” I groan when Sal pulls his own dick out of his pants and strokes it in time with Frankie’s thrusts. He sucks cock like a pro, and I find myself wondering if he’d give me lessons.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Frankie asks. He tightens his grip on Sal’s head and pumps his hips even harder, taking his mouth exactly how he wants to and making it clear who owns it. “I don’t think you’re lying about that. I can see it on your face. You enjoy being a slut for us. I bet you want a taste of our cocks right now.”

I nod and let one of my hands trail up to my breast and pinch my nipple through the thin fabric of my dress. He’s not wrong, and I hate that I can’t keep my emotions out of my job.

“The problem is,” he continues, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a switchblade, “I can’t decide if I trust anything else about your story. And I can’t reward you if you’re a traitor.”

My heart almost stops when he flips the knife open and gestures for me to step towards him, and I curse internally at myself for not leaving this hallway when I had the chance. I don’t say anything; one wrong word, and I’m done for.

I see Sal glance at me, but he doesn’t stop sucking Frankie’s dick. He does, however, stop touching himself, so at least only one of them is getting off on the idea of my death. Not willing to push my luck, I take a step forward and put myself close enoughto Frankie for him to be able to stab me if he wants to.

“Turn around and take off your dress.”

I look at him, unsure if I imagined what he just said.

“Turn around,” he grits out. “And take off your fucking dress.”

Slowly, I turn to face the door to my room and pull my dress over my head, discarding it on the floor. Thanks to Enzo’s stupid rule, I’m completely naked and vulnerable to the whims of the criminal behind me. Both of them, I guess, but we all know Frankie is in charge right now.

The cold blade touches my skin, and I shiver involuntarily.

“I don’t trust you,” Frankie growls behind me. “I don’t like being lied to. I don’t like not having all of the information. And I definitely don’t like how you’ve wormed your way in here and made us all act like fucking lovesick puppies.”

While he talks, he drags the blade over my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. I can still hear the soft sounds of his dick moving in and out of Sal’s mouth, and the whole situation is making my nipples hard while I try not to let on just how wet I’m getting.

“Bend over, spread your legs, and hang on to the wall,” Frankie instructs, removing the blade from where he’d been carefully tracing the curve of my hip.

I get into the position he described and wait to see what he’ll do next. My pussy is on display for them, and a thrill runs through me when I hear Sal’s deep groan.

“Your cunt is leaking everywhere,” Frankie informs me. “Is it because of us, or do you get off on fear?”

“I… Both, I think.” My admission surprises me, but not as much as Frankie’s hand landing on my right ass cheek. I glance behind me to see that Sal is furiously jerking his fist up and down his cock while he sucks off Frankie, and I moan. “Definitely both.”

“I can see you clenching when you look at us and when Ispank you.”

“Please,” I beg, not sure what I’m asking for but knowing that I need something.

One of them spits and then a hard, blunt object nudges at my entrance. It takes me a minute to realize that Frankie is putting his knife in my pussy, and I gasp.

“Don’t let that fall out,” he orders. “Sal is going to get both of us to the point where we’re ready to come. If it falls out before we finish, you’re a dead woman. Keep it in and you live to see another day. And don’t even think about taking your hands off that wall.”

I nod, clamping down on the knife handle like my life depends on it—because it does. I watch over my shoulder as Frankie fucks Sal’s mouth and Sal jerks himself off. My inner walls are pulsing with the need to come, but I need friction.

“Fuck!” Frankie pulls back from Sal’s mouth and yanks him to his feet, and they both turn to face me. “Don’t move a fucking muscle,” he warns me.

I watch them as they fuck their own hands, involuntary moans escaping me from the desperation filling me. Frankie’s first shot of cum lands on my back, and he aims lower so the next few ropes land on my ass. Sal lets out a long, low groan and follows suit, both of them milking every last drop from their cocks and painting me with their cum.

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