Chapter 42
Enzo
W hen Joey texted me to see if I’d bring Elise out, my instincts screamed at me to turn down the invitation. But I kept staring at his text and my unsent response, unable to push send for some reason. And then I realized what the problem was.
Elise has barely left my house since she moved in. If I want her to stay—which appears to be my only option since I can’t let her leave and I can’t kill her—then I need to treat her like a fucking human being and take her for a fun night out. So off we went, and I kept an eye out for threats the entire time.
That’s one of the benefits to there being four of us: more eyes to keep watch over her and protect her from our enemies. Nothing bad should ever happen to her as long as she’s with one of us.
Dancing with her in public was an unexpectedly erotic experience. Going into it, I assumed I’d be distracted by the crowd and unable to appreciate the sight of Elise’s curves moving in the dress she’d picked out for herself.
I couldn’t have been more wrong. If anything, she distracted me from the crowd. Even before I joined them, it was a challenge to focus on the faces moving around below the VIP level. Everyone in the VIP section was familiar to me—mainly high-level executives and government officials. Not interesting, but not threatening either. They know who I am, and none of us want any trouble, so we stay out of each other’s way.
When it was time for us to leave, I was expecting the other three to want to come back to the house with us. If they’d asked, or just showed up, I wouldn’t have protested. I’ve decided that it isn’t fair of me to pull the boss card when it comes to Elise. Similar to how I can’t keep her locked in my house and expect her to be happy, I need to let her choose her own happiness in this unusual relationship we’ve found ourselves in.
But they didn’t try to come with us. Joey looked like he wanted to, but they all have work to do tomorrow. And they’re probably all worried I’ll flip out.
Now we’re in the car, and I’m driving Elise back to the house. She’s silently staring out the window, but the tension between us is palpable. My endorphins are still flowing from the way she danced between all of us, rolling her hips and losing herself to the music and the environment. She was so carefree and joyful—two things I rarely am. I actually don’t think I’ve ever been carefree.
“Can I ask you a question?” I ask, breaking the heavy silence.
“You just did.” She smirks, and I roll my eyes.
“Did you have fun tonight?”
She looks surprised and doesn’t answer right away. Finally, she nods slowly. “Yeah, I did. I like spending time with all of you.”
“In public, you mean?”
“It was fun to get out, yes,” she agrees. “But I also like being with everyone at the house.”
“Did you…” I pause, unsure if I want to start down this particular line of questioning. But I need to know. “Did you like what happened with Frankie and Sal in my office?”
She nods, watching me carefully to see how I’ll react. “I did.”
“Is that something you’d be interested in doing again?”
“Yes. And with Joey.” Her answers are confident, and she’s not hesitating before them anymore, but she’s still watching me, undoubtedly on the lookout for a shift in my mood. But she won’t find it.
“Do you think you could handle all of us?”
“I know I can. I think you’re forgetting that I handled the three of them just fine already,” she says, reminding me that they auditioned her for the club and experienced her body before me. That fact used to annoy me, but now I find myself wondering where I would fit into the configuration.
“I haven’t forgotten. That was just one night.”
She looks at me, a questioning look on her face, and I know she’s wondering if she’s inferring my unspoken words correctly. She is, but I can’t bring myself to voice the thing I really want to ask. Not yet. Instead, I focus on the physical aspect of my questions.
“Do you think you could handle all of us at the same time, night after night? One of us in each hole and one in your hand? Do you want to feel two of us moving together, one in your cunt and one in your ass? Will you be happy if you have cum dripping out of you every day?”
Elise moans quietly in response to my questions, and I notice her rubbing her thighs together out of the corner of my eye, seeking friction to relieve the tension.
“Answer me,” I order her.
“Yes, I can handle it. I want that. I want… more than that.”
I tell myself that she means she wants the emotional side of a relationship with all of us because that’s the answer to the question I couldn’t ask her. I also have to remind myself that she didn’t drink enough to make her answers unreliable. She had a couple of drinks, which was probably just enough to make her be honest.
“Are you upset that they didn’t come home with us?” I can admit to myself that I’m worried about this answer. What if I’m not enough for her?
“No, I’m not. I would’ve been happy for them to come, but I’m just as happy to spend time with any of you one-on-one. Naked or clothed,” she adds. “I just… For some reason that I can’t explain, I genuinely like all of you. Even though some of you are complete and total assholes.”
“Yeah. We are.” There’s no point in arguing. Frankie and I aren’t nice people, and Elise knows it.
“I know I should hate you, but I don’t. I almost wish I did,” she admits.
“I know what you mean.”
We fall back into silence as I pull up to the house, and I kick myself for killing the mood that we’d built up with all the dancing and fantasizing. To my surprise, however, when we walk into the house, she turns to face me at the bottom of the stairs and maintains eye contact while slowly stripping out of her skin-tight dress.