Rise of Temptation (Undercover Escort #1)

Chapter 1

Elise

“S trip.”

I hesitate.

“Strip, now.”

Slowly, with a slight sway to my hips, I pull my skin-tight, black cocktail dress up and over my head, leaving my lacy, black bra, matching thong, and black stilettos.

I glance up, wondering if he’s going to make any additional demands of me, but he’s just glaring at me with his jaw clenched. I can’t tell if he’s angry at me or something else.

Then he speaks.

“Leave the heels.”

The implied command to remove my lingerie is obvious, and I really don’t have a choice. This job is too important. I look down so my long, dark hair falls in front of my face, grit my teeth, and reach behind me to unclasp my bra. I let it slide off my arms and drop it to the floor before hooking my thumbs in my panties and pushing them down to my ankles.

“Stop.”

I pause where I am. I don’t want to piss him off by misunderstanding what he wants me to stop doing. Through my lashes, I can see him stand up and walk towards me.

He stops right in front of me and grabs my hair to lift my head and force me to meet his glare. With his other hand, he slowly, deliberately unzips his black dress pants and pulls his semi-hard cock out.

“Suck.”

I’m getting really sick of his one-word demands, but I keep my face neutral. Keep it together. Eye on the prize. Don’t blow it now. And by “it,” I mean this job; I do need to blow him now.

I lick my lips eagerly and then lean in and take the head of his cock into my mouth. Immediately, I can feel him hardening and lengthening, letting me know he’s pleased with my performance so far.

In the weeks that I’ve been working as an escort, I’ve watched Enzo Lombardi take a variety of women into the private rooms at Club X. For weeks, I’ve been trying to get his attention—needing him to choose me. And finally, tonight, he did.

None of the girls ever want to talk about their time with him, so I figured he either threatened to kill them if they said a word, or he paid them well enough that he didn’t need threats. It doesn’t really matter to me what he did with the other girls. All that matters is tonight. I have a job to do, and I intend to do it well.

Enzo

Fuck. The mouth on this girl should be illegal. I’ve had my cock sucked by hundreds of women, and it’s never been this good. I wrap her hair around my fist and hold her in place while I thrust into her mouth.

She’s new here. I first saw her a few weeks ago. I was interested immediately, but I only take the girls that I know have been vetted by my security team. Not even the tightest pussy or the perfect pair of tits are worth risking my business or my life.

Elise Murray. That’s her real name. She got this job using a fake name—Elise Michaels. They all use fake names. But my team is better than that. I’ve figured out exactly who she is, which means I shouldn’t have brought her in here. Something about her though… I decided it was worth the risk.

She’s been trying to hide the fact that she wants me to select her from the sea of willing women vying for my attention, and I want to know why. Who sent her? What is her end game? Am I her target, or just another link in the chain?

I look back down at where she sits on her knees at my feet, sucking my cock like her life depends on it. And she might be right. If she thinks she’s going to win whatever battle we’ve just started, she has another thing coming.

“Enough.”

She looks up at me with mascara running down her cheeks, lipstick smeared all over her mouth, and her dark hair a tangled mess from me wrapping it around my fist. Fucking gorgeous.

I continue to stare at her and contemplate how this is going to go. She isn’t an escort, but she doesn’t know I know that. How far is she willing to go to keep up the ruse? I’m going to find out. I will find all of her limits and push past them. I’m going to force every secret out of her sinful mouth.

Elise

I cannot believe how wet I am just from sucking Enzo’s cock. I don’t even like the guy. In fact, if he’s as guilty as we think he is, then he’s despicable. The worst of the worst. Even if he’s not, he’s a job. I’m not here to get off; I’m here to work.

But I can’t help it. His grip on my hair, the relentless thrusting into my mouth, the slightly salty taste of his precum—it all combines into a kryptonite I didn’t know I had. I’ve never considered myself to be submissive, but having the control taken away from me… It surprises me how much it turns me on.

Focus, Elise. Enjoy it all you want, but it’s a one-time thing that ends when you get what you came for. Enjoying it should actually help me stay in character, as long as I can keep my mind focused on my job.

“Get on the bed. Hands and knees.”

He’s so fucking bossy. I know it comes with the territory—he is the boss, after all—but this can’t be something that every woman enjoys in the bedroom. I guess his presence at Club X makes sense. You can buy anything here. Any one .

I follow his instructions yet again and climb onto the bed. Hands and knees. Such a vulnerable position to be in with a dangerous predator at my back. I hear him moving behind me, but I don’t dare to turn around and see what he’s doing.

The sound of skin slapping skin precedes the sting on my ass from his palm, and I shriek in surprise. What the fuck? Did he just spank me? I don’t get a chance to ask before he shoves a ball gag in my mouth and fastens it behind my head. He’s still behind me, and I can feel the bare skin of his hard length, still wet from my saliva, pressing against my ass.

My panties came off while I was getting on the bed, so I’m only wearing my heels and can’t say a word. I guess the mafia doesn’t do safewords.

I knew when I accepted this assignment that I might wind up in a situation where I have to choose to fully embrace my cover story or blow the whole investigation, and this is it. Try as I might to convince myself that my top priority is solving this case, my inner voice knows me too well.

You want what he’s offering. Release. Oblivion. To give up control. His massive cock. Okay, inner voice. That’s enough.

Not that she’s wrong.

Well, it’s not like he knows who I am. Club X has all the details of my fake identity. Which I’m sure they gave to Enzo, since he runs the organization that owns the club. But Elise Michaels isn’t in any danger from this guy. He doesn’t hurt the escorts, that much I know.

An undercover FBI agent? That would be a different story.