Page 53 of Rise of Temptation

Frankie pulls his knife out of my pussy, and I almost come from the way the handle slides out of me. He drags his tongue along one side, tasting me, and then I watch in horror as he zips up his pants and turns to leave.

“Wait!” I call, unsure what to do. “You’re leaving?”

He turns back and tries to keep his expression blank, but I can see the lust and anger burning like two warring factions in his mind. “I have work to do.” With that, he goes downstairs, and the front door slams hard enough behind him to make mejump.

“This isn’t how I imagined the first time with the three of us going,” Sal says, running his fingers through the trails of cum on my back. “But you do look beautiful this way. Spread out and ready for our cocks. You must’ve really enjoyed the way Frankie just treated you. You’ve left a little puddle on the floor,” he tells me, and I glance down to see that he’s right. “I love seeing you this way. Dripping from this pretty cunt and covered in cum. Fucking hell.”

His filthy words contradict the sweet, almost reverent tone of his voice, and it takes me completely by surprise when he drags his fingers from my back, over my left cheek, and down to my pussy, which is still on display because I haven’t moved.

“I bet you would do just about anything to get to come right now, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes! Please,” I beg. “I need to come.”

“Hmm…” His fingers tease my clit, but he doesn’t apply any pressure.

“Sal,” I whine. “Please!”

He gives my pussy a sharp slap, and I scream in surprise. “Play with your nipples,” he orders. “But don’t stand up yet.”

I brace myself on the wall with one hand and pinch my nipple with the other, and Sal alternates between spanking me and slapping my clit. After what feels like hours of him playing me like a fucking xylophone, he runs his fingers over my back and thrusts three of them into my pussy, reaching around me to rub my clit in tight circles with his other hand.

It only takes a few seconds of him fucking me with his hand while I squeeze my nipples before I detonate, screaming out my release for the whole damn house to hear. Sal doesn’t let up, continuing to work his fingers in and out of my body while rubbing my clit, and my orgasms all run together, flooding out of me like he just broke a dam in my pussy.

“You’re a fucking goddess,” he growls into my ear while I whimper through the next orgasm. I’ve lost count of how many he just gave me, and he won’t stop.

“Sal,” I gasp. “Too much. Too sensitive.”

He bites the skin that connects my neck and shoulder, and I fall against the wall, spent and exhausted like I’ve never been before. Finally, his fingers stop moving, and I stand there panting and shivering, my body occasionally spasming with another aftershock.

“I’ll send up some food and water,” Sal says, scooping me up and carrying me into my room to lay me on the bed. “And someone needs to clean up the floor. Looks like a bathtub overflowed out there.”

I’m too worn out to be embarrassed by that, so I just nod sleepily and roll onto my side to watch him walk away. Before he’s gone, I stop him to ask a question. “Sal.”

He comes right back and waits for me to keep talking.

“Do you believe me?” I ask. “Do you believe that I’m trying to help?”

He looks at me for a long moment before nodding. “Yeah. I do. And Frankie will come around soon,” he adds.

Smiling, I nod and close my eyes. “Good,” I say before yawning. “I won’t betray any of you. I promise.”

As I drift off to sleep, he says, “I really hope you don’t. It would break all of us to have to kill you. Especially Enzo.”

I barely register his words but even in my nearly comatose state, I realize that having the power to break someone like Enzo is a big responsibility. It would also make me a weakness for him in the eyes of his enemies, and I don’t think I love the position that puts me in.

Chapter 40

Enzo

I’ve been meeting with my soldiers one at a time all day, and I’m fucking tired of it. The guys and I came up with a plan to catch the rat—if there is one—by feeding everyone a fake piece of intel to look into. The idea is that whichever piece of information is acted on by one of our enemies, that will lead us back to the traitor.

The meetings are almost over, and I look over to see Sal and Frankie looking just as bored as I feel. Joey is at the club tonight, and Elise is upstairs in her room. She better be, at least. One good thing did come out of these meetings. Matteo finally figured out who the Irish princess was engaged to: William Freeman, one of the most powerful men in Chicago because he comes from a long line of defense lawyers. It’s easy to imagine why the Irish mafia wanted him on their side. That’s definitely a loss that would warrant revenge.

Frankie insisted that we not share that new piece of intel with Elise because he still doesn’t trust her. I agreed, but mostly because I don’t think we gained a whole lot from knowing who he is. The facts are the same, and they still seem to be pointingtowards the Irish as the guilty party.

The space under my desk feels empty, and it occurs to me that I haven’t brought Elise out for any Family business in a while. Are my soldiers going to realize that she’s more important to me than I originally let on? Maybe it’s time to put her to work again and reiterate her station to my men. It’s becoming easier to acknowledge to myself that my feelings for her have changed, but I don’t need word getting around.

Pulling out my phone, I shoot her a quick text.

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