Chapter 11
Elise
I ’m sore. I’m aching. I’m dripping. I’m on the verge of begging for Enzo to fuck me. I hate that he can get to me so easily. My defenses should be stronger. His big, strong hand is still holding my head down to the pillow, so all I can see is the wall next to the door. The heat from his body against mine is just a tease of what could be. He hasn’t even taken his clothes off yet.
In the back of my mind, I know that I should be more concerned about why he’s so angry. Did something go wrong? Is everyone okay? But I know it won’t do me any good to try and get information out of him before he’s ready. Besides, he has me so worked up that I need to come as much as I need to stay alive and keep my job.
His soothing touch on my sore skin is unexpected but not unwelcome. I arch my back and lean into it, enjoying the comfort that his hands are bringing me. But it doesn’t last. He lets go of my head and climbs off the bed so quickly, I almost lose my balance. I turn around in a panic, thinking he’s going to leave without even really touching me. Relief sweeps through me when I realize he’s getting undressed. My mouth waters when he pushes his pants down and releases his cock. It bobs in the air, and I’m overcome with need. I need it inside me. I don’t even care where.
“Lie back,” Enzo commands.
I’m in no mood or position to argue, so I do as he says. He surprises me when he mounts the bed by my arm and straddles my chest, but I have no complaints when he pushes my breasts together and slides his dick between them. The glistening tip peeks out at me, and I lean forward to lap up the precum. It’s a little salty, and I want more. He pulls back, then thrusts forward a little harder, taking my waiting mouth by surprise.
Each pump of his hips is more aggressive than the last, until he’s fucking my tits and my mouth at the same time. “Fuck,” he grunts. “Going to come soon.”
I moan in response because he isn’t giving me time to talk. Breathing between thrusts is all I have time for. I want to swallow him down or let him paint my skin with his cum. Somehow, Enzo always knows what I want and never gives it to me. Right after his announcement about his impending orgasm, he lets go of my breasts and stops moving.
“What are you doing?” I ask. “You didn’t come.”
“I didn’t say I was done. Stop talking. You’re always fucking talking.”
He moves down my body and settles between my legs, which he lifts up so that my ankles are resting on his shoulders. One smooth movement later, I’m impaled on his length. He quickly retreats, only to return in the next second and start pounding into me at a punishing pace. His hands on my thighs are the only things holding me in place and keeping me from flying off the bed. My moans turn to screams as my orgasm builds, and I fall over the edge when Enzo swells inside of me before coating my walls.
He leans forward for a moment, bracing his body against my legs, and then rolls to the side and stares up at the ceiling. We’re both panting, but I don’t think either of us is more relaxed. The endorphins didn’t give us amnesia, so we’re both still thinking about work. And he still looks pissed off. I stay still, waiting for him to broach the subject however he wants to.
“There was no shipment. It was a trap.” He sounds furious, and I don’t blame him.
Worry consumes me. “Is everyone okay?”
“Yes, but we got lucky. Frankie felt like something was off, so we switched the plan and went in from the other way. It took longer, but we came up behind an ambush that could’ve been deadly for us.”
I’m suddenly sick to my stomach at the idea of anything happening to these men. I don’t really know them, and I’m technically a hostage, but I don’t want them to die. Not even Enzo.
“What did you do when you found them?”
“We left them a little message.”
I wait for him to expand further, but he just stares up at the ceiling.
“What does that mean?”
He rolls his eyes. “It means that you’re a fed, so I’m not telling you shit.”
“What am I supposed to tell my boss?”
“The truth. We thought we had information about a shipment, but it didn’t pan out.”
“That’s not good enough.” And he knows it. He likes having so much power over me.
“Tell him we overheard the Russians talking, and we’re questioning if they’re actually the ones running the trafficking ring.”
“Is that true?”
“Yes, but that’s all I’m telling you. It might still be them, we just aren’t positive anymore.”
“Fine.” I move to get up, but Enzo puts his arm around my waist and pulls me back down to the bed.
“What are you doing?”
I raise an eyebrow at him. “Texting my boss. Obviously.”
“Nice try. Text him in the morning. You’re working right now.”
A quick glance down confirms that he has indeed recovered from round one and is ready for round two. Rather than waiting for me to acknowledge him, he lifts me over his hips and drags my pussy over his shaft so that our combined juices coat his length.
“Ride me,” he instructs. I do—more eagerly than I care to admit—and then he grabs his clothes and leaves, walking back to his room completely naked.
“Perks of owning the house and everyone in it, I guess,” I mutter to myself. I consider texting my boss but then I decide to shower and get a few hours of sleep instead. The update can wait. Maybe, somehow, there will be better information waiting for me in the morning.