Chapter 21
Enzo
M y breaths are perfectly timed with the movement of the iron bar over my chest. Inhale. Exhale. Up. Down. I’m in the zone. There’s music playing, but I’m too focused to pay attention to what song it is. Frankie is in here somewhere, but I couldn’t begin to guess where. This is the best kind of workout. Nothing can distract me. Unbidden, an image of Elise in her sports bra and bike shorts comes to mind. It’s an outfit she seems to favor for working out, and I can’t help but wish it was my hands cupping her perfect ass and breasts instead of that tight fabric.
Shit. Apparently, one thing can distract me. I rack the bar and sit up to take a drink of water. Frankie is across the room doing bicep curls in front of the mirror. He’s the best person to hit the gym with because he doesn’t feel the need to fill every moment of silence with mindless chatter. Sal and Joey always have something to talk about.
I take another drink, and Frankie sets his weights back on the rack. Normally, he would either move on to the next set or reach for some water. Instead, he keeps his hands on the weights and leans forward, looking down and seemingly lost in thought.
“Time for a break already?” I tease.
He holds up a hand to flip me off over his shoulder before turning and leaning against the weight rack with his arms crossed. He looks at me for a long moment and then takes a deep breath and asks, “What if it’s not the Russians?”
Instantly, my mood shifts, and my suspicions are roused. “If not them, then who?” I reply. “It has to be someone with a massive grudge against them. No one goes to this much effort to frame someone just for shits and giggles.”
“I know. But if we’re being honest, it could be anyone. It’s not like they’re all that well-liked.”
“That doesn’t really narrow it down. How about we talk about this again when we have an actual idea?”
Frankie gives me a short nod and then resumes his workout, moving on to the leg press while I direct my steps to the rowing machine on the other side of him. The conversation appears to be over, but I hear him muttering something about the Irish under his breath when I walk by him.
Fury threatens to overtake me, but I channel it into my workout instead of picking a fight with Frankie. I’m sure he didn’t seek out Elise to bounce ideas off of her, which means the odds are pretty fucking high that she planted that little idea in his brain.
Finally, Frankie finishes his last set of reps and cleans up the machine before tossing me a little wave and walking out of the gym. No doubt, he’s planning to utilize the shower in the bathroom he’s claimed as his before he leaves, but that’s fine by me. He won’t be able to hear the conversation I’m about to have with my little prisoner.
I give him another minute to be out of the common areas of the house and then pull out my phone to shoot off a text to Elise.
Enzo : Gym. Now.
I hope my rage is evident in the tone of those two words, but she’ll pick up on it as soon as she walks in here if it isn’t.
Elise
Sounds serious. I laugh to myself, knowing I’m not actually funny but enjoying the idea of Enzo’s growing anger while he waits for me to obey his order. I was about to walk downstairs to work out when his text came through, but now I’m less excited about it. I don’t like the idea of existing to be at his beck and call, but I can’t help but think that even if he’s mad about something, I could get an orgasm or two out of it.
I give it another few minutes before leaving my room and making my way to the gym. I already had on my preferred workout outfit—bike shorts and a sports bra. He didn’t tell me to be in uniform, so I didn’t take the time to change into something he might like better than this. If he punishes me for my clothes, so be it.
One look at him and I can tell that my suspicion was correct. He wasn’t looking for a spotter; he’s pissed. I can’t begin to guess what it would be about. Unless it’s about our last gym encounter. He never did come find me after I left without turning the music back on. And then I remember what I did right before I found him in the gym that day. I talked business with Frankie. Shit…
“What are you wearing?” he asks when he sees me.
“I didn’t want to take the time to change clothes. You said ‘now.’” I can feel the smug look on my face, and I know he sees it because his eyes narrow. He looks like smoke could start pouring out of his ears at any moment.
When he ignores my sass, I know I’m in serious trouble.
“Did you think I wouldn’t find out that you talked to Frankie?”
Yep, just what I thought. “I didn’t tell him anything. Just asked him some leading questions to make him think outside the box.” Enzo forgets that this is my job. I’m trained for situations just like this one. Well, minus the sex slave part.
“You shouldn’t be talking to anyone about anything. Leading questions are his specialty. He’s the smartest person in this Family.”
“Would you rather I sucked his dick?” My question is mostly sarcastic, but I have no idea what his reaction to it will be. I haven’t been with anyone—including Enzo—since he told us about his new rules. I think we’re all a little skeptical of the fact that he’s suddenly on board with sharing. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be with them. I’m just not going to push for it. They don’t know that I overheard their conversation the other night, so they need to make the first move.
“I’d rather you suck mine.”
He moves in closer to me and puts his hand on the top of my head, using his height advantage to push me down to my knees. I grip his thighs to catch myself, but I quickly let go when he pushes his shorts down. His cock springs free from its spandex confines, and the tip is already glistening, the pearl of precum beckoning me closer. His natural scent is mixed with the sweat from his workout. It should gross me out, but I think all the orgasms have started to brainwash me.
Enzo wraps my hair around his fist and pulls me closer. This is clearly supposed to be a punishment, but I can’t find it in me to protest. I wrap my lips around his shaft and take him to the back of my throat. He lets out a rare moan before pulling out and easing back in. It’s surprisingly gentle compared to how he usually treats me, and I can’t help but wonder why. But that question gets pushed to the back of my mind by his next thrust.
Even though he’s not going particularly fast, his size still makes me gag a little bit. I decide to try something new with the extra time he’s spending in the back of my throat. On the next pump, I grip the backs of his thighs to hold him in place and swallow around the head of his cock.
“Fuck!” he barks. On the next one, he pushes himself even deeper and holds himself there for a beat before withdrawing. “Do it again,” he orders, and I smile to myself but do as he says. Usually he’s going so fast that I don’t have time to do anything except try not to let my gag reflex win. Maybe this will teach him to slow down and enjoy himself a little more.
I swallow him down a few more times until he quickly pulls out and pumps his length with his hand a few times. His cum lands on my cheeks and my mouth and then he shoots the rest over my chest. It’s not what I was expecting—he usually wants to claim me by filling me with his seed. This seems far too easy to wipe off, which means no one who theoretically would be fucking me after him will know it was ever there.
However, when I stand up and take a few steps in the direction of the towels, he stops me.
“Leave it.”
I turn. “Excuse me?”
“I said, leave it. You can wipe it off when you get upstairs.”
I stare at him in disbelief. “You want me to walk through the house covered in cum?”
“Yes. Now get out. And in the future, keep your leading questions to yourself.”
“You’re unbelievable.” It’s not the snappy comeback I was going for, but I’m too shocked to think of something better. Without another word, I turn on my heel and leave the gym, hoping I won’t run into anyone on my way to my room.
Luck seems to be on my side until I’m opening my door and Frankie walks down the hall. He takes one look at me and bursts out laughing, but I ignore him and enter the closest thing I have to my own space, slamming the door behind me. I’m done with all of them for today. And I definitely did not notice how his damp skin made his shirt cling to every muscle in his chest and arms.