Page 8 of Rise of Temptation

This is what I was expecting him to do during the meeting, but maybe he’s not quite that much of an exhibitionist. His grip on my hips is painful, and the repetitive pounding of my hips against the table doesn’t feel great either. I’m going to be covered in bruises after this, but I can’t find it in myself to care.

Between the way his balls are slapping my clit and the friction against my g-spot as he fills me over and over again, I can feel an orgasm building low in my belly. He still hasn’t said a word to me, but my moans are speaking for both of us. Just as I’m about to fall over the edge, he pulls out. I release a frustrated scream as I feel the hot ropes of his cum landing on my ass and lower back.

“No, please, I was so close!” If I wasn’t so focused on my lost orgasm, I might find it in me to be embarrassed that I’m basically begging him to let me come. I turn around and watch him right his clothes before he looks at me.

“You have the rest of the day to yourself. But I meant what I said about no one touching you except for me. And that includes you. I’ll know if you disobey me.”

Without another word or a glance back, he leaves the room, and I’m left standing there, partially dressed and covered in cum. What the fuck is his problem?

I don’t have time to figure that out before the maid comes back in, presumably to clean up after the meeting. She stops short when she sees me standing there, and I glare at her until she leaves, muttering under her breath.

This cold, elegant house doesn’t have a single ally for me. I’m totally on my own, but it’s not the first time, and it probably won’t be the last. My pride forces me to pull up my panties, straighten my shoulders, and walk back up the stairs to my room. It’s time for a scalding-hot shower while I figure out how to work this entire situation to be in my favor.

Enzo

I’m not sure what came over me. I wasn’t planning to fuck her, but I couldn’t help myself. My plan when I decided to bring her to the meeting was to get the word out that she was mine. It pisses me off that I can’t seem to control myself around her.

I stalk through my house to the gym, fuming over my inability to walk away from her without touching her. She’s a weakness I can’t afford. If I can’t figure out how to keep her in her place, I’ll have to get rid of her.

Chapter 7

Elise

Ispend the afternoon in my room, organizing my things and exploring what was already there when I arrived. Enzo must have sent someone to my apartment because the rest of my stuff seems to all be here now. Whether they broke in or borrowed my key without permission, it doesn’t really matter. Nothing that I kept there would blow my cover. It’s just a stale apartment that I’ve lived in since I passed my audition and solidified my cover story.

My new room is huge, as are the closet and the bathroom. My clothes only take up a fraction of the hanging space, and my shampoo isn’t nearly as good as what Enzo provided. I debate between keeping what I brought just to prove a point and treating myself to what is essentially a spa treatment every time I bathe. In the end, I swallow my pride and toss my cheap shampoo in the trash, quickly followed by every other product I own. If I’m trapped in this gilded cage, I’m taking advantage of every perk that comes my way.

Once I have my room as organized as it’s going to get, I crack open the door and peek out into the hallway. To my surprise,there isn’t anyone guarding me, so I decide to explore a little more of the house. The hallway, stairs, and entryway are all familiar to me now, but I’ve only been into the dining room on the first floor. Turning the opposite way, I find myself in the living room, which is not empty. Sal and Joey are playing a video game, and they have an open box of pizza on the table in front of them.

Neither of them sees me standing in the doorway, but they don’t miss it when I waltz in, grab a slice of pizza, and turn around to leave.

“Hey, not so fast, sunshine,” Joey says while Sal pauses the game.

I roll my eyes, and they both give me their full and undivided attention. “I just wanted a snack. I haven’t found the kitchen yet.”

“Enzo didn’t give you the grand tour?” Sal jokes. We all know that Enzo wouldn’t care if I got lost in his house. In fact, he might prefer it if I did. My chances of escaping would be significantly lower if I couldn’t find the door.

“Not quite,” I respond. “But if you’ll excuse me, I’m about to figure this place out on my own.”

“I wouldn’t recommend that,” Joey warns me. “Enzo doesn’t take kindly to snooping.”

“I promise I won’t go through his underwear drawer. But I do need to know about my new home.” I try to make myself sound more excited about my current situation, but I’m not fooling anyone. They know that I’m a prisoner, they just don’t know the details of my deal with Enzo. Or at least, I’m assuming they don’t, and they won’t be hearing about it from me.

“How about we give you a tour? We basically live here. We know all the secrets this house has to offer.” Sal wags his eyebrows, and I roll my eyes, smiling at his antics before nodding in agreement.

“Fine. Kitchen first. And this place has to have a gym. I want to see it. And then everything else.”

Sal and Joey both stand, and I’m suddenly reminded of the night of my audition. The way those three big, hard bodies moved in and around me… Joey snaps his fingers in front of my face, pulling me from my daydream.

“Where’d you go, sunshine?” he asks. The knowing smile on his face tells me he knows exactly what I was thinking about, but I’m not giving him the satisfaction of hearing me admit it.

“I was thinking about all the food that’s bound to be in the kitchen. I’m hungry. Let’s go.”

“Yeah, I bet you’re hungry. But not for food,” Sal calls after me as I stomp away down the only hallway I haven’t explored on the first floor. I ignore him, and, predictably, they catch up before I reach the first door. It surprises me that their presence didn’t send me running back to my room. While I know they’re not the ones holding me captive, there’s not a chance in hell that they’d be on my side when it comes to this whole situation with Enzo. I’d be better off thinking of them as the enemy, but they ooze charisma and draw me in against my better judgment.

I need to stay focused. Right now, that means exploring this massive house. Thankfully, the first door is the kitchen. If I never see anything else in the house, at least I’ll know where to find food. But I am hoping they show me the gym so I can stay in shape. My apartment had a crappy gym with ancient weight-lifting equipment and one finicky treadmill. I’m willing to bet that Enzo invested a little more in the equipment for his home gym.

The kitchen is spotless, with stainless steel appliances, granite countertops, and gadgets I couldn’t even begin to guess the purpose of. A coffee bar sits along one wall, with every kind of coffee pot a person could ever need. Yeah, I’m glad I know where the kitchen is. I can tell I’ll be spending a lot of time here.

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