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 pointing towards 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.
Enzo : My office. Now. In uniform.
Frankie is sitting in on these meetings while Sal waits in the hall to make sure Elise is safe. We debated letting Elise sit in on the meetings too, but Frankie didn’t want her knowing all the fake info. I suspect he’s going to feed her a separate story to test her loyalty, which means he’s going to be pissed that I just called her down here. Unfortunately for him, he’s not in charge.
Peter arrives and takes his seat a minute before Elise walks in, and he hastily averts his eyes to avoid looking at her too long.
Good. They’re learning.
“Elise.” I beckon her forward with my finger, and she comes to stand next to me. Her expression is very calm and demure, but her eyes are a raging storm of emotion. “Under the desk.”
She gives me one last murderous look before dropping to her knees and crawling into the space beneath my desk. Frankie undoubtedly just got a glimpse of her bare pussy, and he adjusts himself slightly.
Elise’s nimble fingers get to work on my belt and zipper, and I turn my attention back to the matter at hand.
To his credit, Peter keeps his attention on me the whole time I’m talking and doesn’t give any indication that he can hear the sounds of Elise trying to suck my soul out of my cock. And that’s exactly what she’s doing. I expected her to give me a lackluster blowjob and then wait to be dismissed, but she’s channeling every ounce of hatred and rage into her actions, and it’s working in my favor.
I barely manage to stave off my orgasm before he leaves but as soon as the door clicks shut behind Peter and Frankie, who is going to walk him out, I scoot my chair back and let my cock slide out of Elise’s perfect mouth. She looks out at me with glazed-over eyes, and my gaze tracks down to where her fingers are pressed against her clit, unmoving.
“Did sucking my cock turn you on so much you had to pleasure yourself?” I ask, slowly stroking my shaft and working her saliva into my skin.
Her vision starts to clear, and the fury returns. “Are we done here?” She tries to cover herself with her skimpy dress, but it’s too hard for her to maneuver in the cramped space.
“Of course we aren’t done.” I tug my dick for emphasis, and she glances down at it before returning her glare to my face. “Aren’t you going to ask why I called you down here?”
“Seems pretty obvious,” she points out.
“We’re trying to catch a rat,” I remind her. “The last thing I need is for my enemies to think the terms of your stay here have changed. That would put a target on your back and be a distraction from the real issue.”
“This is why you need to clue me in on the plan,” she says, climbing out from under the desk and standing in front of me with her hands on her hips. “I can act the part of your stupid little whore. Just tell me ahead of time, and I’ll traipse in here in skimpy lingerie and let you fuck me on the desk in front of everyone who works for you.”
“Over my dead fucking body,” I growl. “You’re never to wear lingerie during meetings again.”
“Why not?” she taunts. “After all, it’s the only way I’ve been useful to you.”
I stand and crowd her against the desk, my erection pressing against her belly. “You know I didn’t fucking mean that,” I say, my voice low.
“How would I know that?” There’s a challenge in her voice that pushes every single one of my buttons. “All you’ve done since then is fuck me in the middle of the night and this,” she says, gesturing between us.
The door opens, and Sal and Frankie step into the room. They close the door behind them and wait by the door, unsure if we’re fighting or fucking. Honestly, I’m not sure either. It feels like both are true.
“That’s not all you’ve done though, is it?” I ask, alluding to the security footage I watched several times of her little tryst in the hall with Frankie and Sal. I’m hoping the change of subject will draw her attention away from how dangerously close we just got to talking about our feelings.
She glances over her shoulder at them and then looks back at me and shrugs. “We didn’t break any rules.”
“Tell me,” I whisper, lifting her onto the desk and grinding my dick against her bare cunt, then turning her head so she’s looking at them. “Did you get off on the fear that Frankie might kill you?”
She nods, and I take a deep breath, inhaling her sweet scent.
“He still might, you know. He doesn’t trust you.” I bite her earlobe and thrust against her again. She shudders and closes her eyes, and I wrap one hand around her throat. “Open your eyes. Look at them while I’m talking to you,” I order in a low growl.
Elise’s whimper is the most beautiful sound and when she opens her eyes, there’s a plea in them. But a plea for what?
Sal must see it too because he steps up to the other side of my desk and leans over it to drop a soft kiss on her parted lips. I expect to be overcome by jealousy, but I just want to see what will happen. She sighs and leans into him, and their kiss deepens. His hand snakes into her dress and finds her breast, and I can tell the moment he makes contact with her nipple because her pussy gushes on my cock.
With every thrust, I make sure my dick hits her clit and savor the way her body shakes for me. “Are you going to kiss him while I take your sweet pussy?” I ask, dragging my length through her wet slit and coating myself in her juices.
She moans in response, a desperate sound that I plan to hear again before I give us both what we want.
Frankie walks over to the built-in cabinet on the side of the room and digs around in a drawer before turning around with a small bottle in his hand. It takes me a minute to realize what it is.
“Did you hide lube in my office?” I ask.
He shrugs. “Sal did it a few weeks ago. All over the house, actually. He wanted to be prepared.”
“For you two to fuck in my house?” I clarify.
“For an orgy,” Sal corrects me before diving back into Elise’s mouth.
The next thing I know, Sal’s pants are around his knees while Frankie fucks him with two lubed fingers and strokes himself. I can see exactly where this is going, so I pick Elise up and set her on the floor facing the desk before helping her out of her dress and bra.
“Spread your legs,” I tell her, pushing her upper half down so she’s bent over my desk. “Fuck, you look perfect this way,” I groan, admiring the way her ass is sticking into the air.
Sal mimics her position, and I watch in fascination as his eyes roll back in his head. “Fucking fuck,” he says, shuddering in pleasure when Frankie fully seats himself in his ass.
“Such a wordsmith,” Frankie says wryly. “Why don’t you find a better use for your mouth?”
I wait until Elise and Sal have their lips locked and tongues tangled before finally impaling her with my erection. She cries out and reaches one hand up to hold the back of Sal’s head. His hand bypasses her head in favor of her tits, which I wish I could see right now. Every one of my thrusts pushes me a little deeper into the depths of her body, and the force of my hips against her ass must be sending her ample breasts flying.
I lean over her and continue to pound into her body, pressing her into the desk hard enough that I know she’ll have bruises on her hips when I’m done. Sal, I notice, isn’t touching himself, and I’m vaguely curious to see if he can come just from the pleasure he gets from Frankie’s cock.
That question slips my mind completely in the next moment when Elise’s walls clamp down around me. I pull her just far enough off the desk to be able to reach around her and touch her clit, and she detonates. She grips me so tightly with her pussy that I can barely move, but I manage to rock into her enough to push myself over the edge with her.
Frankie grunts, and I can see him jerking as he fills Sal’s ass with cum. The room grows quiet aside from our heavy breathing and then Sal stands up, his cock jutting up in front of him.
“Flip her over,” he tells me.
Sal
Enzo raises his brow at the command in my voice, but I wait calmly to see if he’ll do what I asked. Slowly, he steps away to let his cock slide out of her and then rolls Elise onto her back.
“Slide her this way.”
She looks up at me with a satisfied grin on her face and doesn’t protest when Enzo gently moves her closer to me. I help her the rest of the way until her head is hanging over the edge. Her eager hand reaches for my cock, and I step forward to make it easier for her.
She wraps her lips around my crown, and I slowly rock into her, letting her adjust to my size at this new angle. With each gentle thrust, she takes me a little deeper until I can see the outline of my dick in her throat.
“Motherfucker,” I curse. I’ve never seen anything so erotic in my life. Combined with the feeling of Frankie’s cum dripping out of my ass, I know I’m not going to last long.
Enzo watches Elise taking my cock, and his gaze wanders over her curves, finally coming to rest between her thighs. “You better not let a drop of my cum drip onto this desk,” he warns her, stepping forward and using two fingers to push his release back into her body.
She moans around my dick, and I have to brace myself against the desk to stop myself from coming. But when Frankie’s finger enters my hole, mimicking Enzo’s possessive action, I lose control.
“Fuck! Swallow it,” I groan, sliding as far into Elise’s throat as I can and holding myself there while her nails dig into my thighs.
She takes every drop, gagging slightly at the intrusion but not complaining once I pull out.
I step back, and she sits up, looking around at all of us like she can’t believe what just happened.
“Joey’s going to be so fucking pissed,” she says.
Truer words have never been spoken.