Chapter 6
Elise
T he dining room is just as beautiful and cold as the rest of the house has been so far. The table is massive and made out of a beautiful, dark wood with matching chairs all the way around it. There’s a buffet against one wall and a drink cart parked next to a door that I assume leads to the kitchen. Another chandelier hangs over the table and lights up the space, which is filled with about ten of Enzo’s soldiers.
As soon as we walk into the room, a maid scurries in and pours Enzo a drink, which he takes before he sits down. I follow a few steps behind him, but I don’t know where he wants me to go or what he wants me to do.
That is, until he turns to me and pats his leg, gesturing for me to have a seat. I perch primly on his knee, but he wraps his arm around my waist and yanks me deeper into his lap.
“Gentlemen, this is Elise. You will not touch her, look at her, or address her in any way. She’s here to meet my needs, and my needs only.”
I look around the room and catch a few confused looks, but everyone nods and turns their attention back to the boss. I’m happy to be ignored; being the center of this type of attention is not something I’m interested in. And if all he wants me to do is sit in his lap while he talks to these men, that’s the easiest job I’ve ever had.
Of course, nothing is ever that simple. As Enzo listens to reports from his men, his hand works its way up my thigh, over my hip, and to my breast, which is barely covered by the thin, lacy fabric. The whole time, he keeps his drink in his other hand and takes slow, measured sips while he listens intently. These soldiers all seem pretty low-level to me. I pretend not to listen, but my ears are peeled for anything that could be a reference to human trafficking.
Once they’ve all taken a turn speaking, Enzo takes over the meeting, giving orders like he was born to do it. Which I guess he was. He took over from his father, who most likely raised him for that exact eventuality. I don’t know many details about the turnover, but I know that Enzo’s father’s death was mysterious and very hush-hush.
“Gio and Vince, I need the two of you to collect from the businesses on the east side of town. They’re trying to sneak by again, despite how that went for them last time.”
“Yes, sir,” a young, scrawny guy replies immediately.
“You three,” he points to a group on our left, “take over surveillance duties. Teams of two. The targets don’t leave your sight under any circumstances.” From the corner of my eye, I see all three of them stand up a little straighter. Apparently, surveillance is the job they wanted. It must be a sign of trust and the way to step into a bigger role within the organization.
I studied the Lombardi Family as much as I could before going undercover, but getting to see the inner workings of the machine is an eye-opening experience.
Once the rest of the assignments are updated, the soldiers are dismissed. I don’t move from my seat, and neither does Enzo. When the last man files out, Enzo finally downs the rest of his drink and sets the empty glass on the table. Without a word, he stands up, bringing me with him, and crowds me against the edge of the table from behind.
“What are you—”
He yanks my panties down, effectively answering my question. If I wasn’t sure, the sound of his belt and zipper would’ve solidified the idea in my mind. Sure enough, he doesn’t even check to see if I’m wet before he forces his cock into my pussy. Luckily, he teased me enough during that meeting to get my juices flowing. Literally.
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.