Chapter 8
Elise
I don’t know why, but I expected Enzo to only make use of our agreement when there were other people around to show off for. I figured he would ignore me when he didn’t need me to play my role. That’s why I’m surprised to wake up a few hours later and find him sliding into my bed.
He immediately lifts my t-shirt and pulls it over my head, then goes for my panties. I’m still partially asleep and too shocked to fight him over the shirt, but I swat his hand away from my waistband.
“What the hell are you doing?” I screech.
“What does it look like?” His annoyance registers through my confusion, anger, drowsiness, and—unfortunately—arousal, but I ignore it.
“It looks like you snuck into my room in the middle of the night to fuck me.”
“Right. Now take off the fucking panties, or I’ll rip them off.”
“You can’t just—”
“I think you’ll find that I can just. This is my house, and you agreed to play this part.” His voice is cold and angry. Dangerous.
“I thought it was only for show. When you have people here.”
“I don’t believe I ever said that. But maybe I didn’t make myself clear. You’re mine to do with as I please. That’s not just during business hours.”
“I need something to take to my boss. I can’t just hang around your house and fuck you at all hours of the day and night without something to show for it.”
“That’s a discussion for business hours. Right now, it’s happy hour.”
I loosen my grip on his hand, which is still on my hip, and he yanks my panties down. As much as I don’t want to admit it, fighting with Enzo has pushed every emotion except anger and arousal out of my body. Once my panties are off, he moves over me, and I realize he’s been completely naked the whole time.
In one fluid movement, he surges forward and impales me on his cock. My back arches off the bed so my chest presses into his, and I dig my nails into his back. I’m so full, and yet…
“More,” I beg. “I need more.”
“Glad to hear the job is growing on you.”
I hear the sarcasm, but I don’t care. I wrap my legs around his lower back and press my heels into his ass, urging him to move. After an agonizing wait of at least half a second, he pulls out and rocks back in, not giving in to the primal urge to fuck. I know he feels it because I can feel the restraint in his movements. A frustrated groan escapes from my throat, and he pulls back to give me an evil grin.
“Something wrong?” he asks, knowing damn well exactly what’s wrong.
“Of course not.” I smile sweetly. “All I’ve ever wanted is for a big, bad mafia boss to make love to me in the middle of the night.”
“Your attitude leaves something to be desired.”
“If you don’t like it, you’re welcome to show yourself out.” I know I’m pushing my luck, but he pushes all my buttons, and I can’t help myself from trying to push his in return.
“Nice try.” He smirks. “Now flip over.”
He pulls away to give me a little space, and I find myself on my hands and knees before I’ve registered that he asked me to move. When I’m not such a horny mess, I’ll probably be annoyed with myself for letting him have so much control over me. I’m trained to hold my own in any situation, but Enzo pushes everything I know right out of my brain. In its place, I’m developing an addiction to his body. It’s a dangerous situation to be in, but not something I can fix at this exact moment.
Finally, he gives me what I need and fucks me into the mattress. One of his hands grips my hip while the other pushes my upper body down so my head is pressed into the pillows. His hips pound into my ass and his balls slap my clit while he rails me relentlessly.
I feel an orgasm building from the dual stimulation of his cock in my pussy and the steady rhythm against my clit. With a scream, pleasure overtakes me. I’m too lost in my own release to notice that Enzo followed me into the abyss, but I figure it out when he rolls off of me and reclines on my bed, panting.
Before I can say a word, he gets up and leaves, slamming the door behind him.
“Yeah, I had a great time too,” I mutter to the empty room before going to the bathroom. I need to clean myself up so I can go to bed for the second time tonight.
Enzo
I can’t believe I fucked her. I mean, I can believe it. She’s hot and a great lay. But I was planning to just use her during meetings, like she said when I woke her up. For some reason, I couldn’t stay away. I tried to distract myself with exercise, work, even masturbating. But my dick only wants her, it seems.
That’s going to get annoying. Fast.
Rather than going back to my room, I head downstairs to the gym. I couldn’t focus on my workout earlier because all I wanted was Elise. Now that I’m sure she’ll still be feeling me tomorrow, I can get back to the task at hand. There’s no way I’m letting my routine slip just because I’ve got a hot piece of ass living under my roof.
I haven’t figured out what to do with her after we figure out who is running their fucking trafficking ring through my club, but it’s a delicate situation. It’s not like I can just murder a federal agent and hope no one notices. But I can’t let her leave once she knows so much about my organization.
I give up on figuring that out tonight and focus on the weights in my hands. I’ll have to wipe everything down extra carefully since I didn’t even bother to go back to my room and get dressed. Although, the thought of coming back down here tomorrow and knowing I’m sitting in our combined juices doesn’t completely disgust me.
No. I’ll just have to add Elise to my routine. I can’t have bodily fluids covering every inch of my gym.
I let my mind slip into the zone and focus on my workout, pushing away all thoughts of Elise, the traffickers, and work. It will all still be there tomorrow, whether I like it or not.