6. Chapter Six

Whatever Enzo wants me to do, it's better than my father finding out. The last thing I need is to make him more disappointed. My father has a temper, and though it's never been directed at me, it could be. What if he gets so pissed he throws me out? I won't have anywhere to go. I got rid of my apartment the week I broke it off with Zach, and I don't have friends or family to stay with. This could be the thing that throws him over the edge.

I've seen him throw maids out for making his eggs wrong. Dumped them on the street with all their belongings. For years, I've seen the man my father can be. Though he's lenient with me, I always remember the anger he's capable of, and not for a minute do I think it's impossible for me to be on the other end of it. I'm grateful it hasn't happened yet, but this could be what changes that.

My father cares about his reputation, more than he should, and his little girl going to a key party would have him furious. Especially since the break-up with Zachary was only a few months ago.

I'm not quite processing what is happening here in this room right now. Enzo is being weird. I mean, he's acting himself—mostly. But there is something different. Something lingering just beneath the surface that doesn't seem like him. I understand he doesn't want to waste the ridiculous amount of money he spent to be here, but I can't tell if he wants me to have sex with him or the other guy. He won't feel weird about either of those things? Joining or watching?

Why would he pay to be here only to let someone else enjoy the benefits of it? Is it worth whatever money he spent to be here? Is that what he's into? Watching? I think he could do that for free…

I want to ask him all these questions to make sure I understand, but something tells me the less I say, the better.

He continues to stare at me, and his gaze makes me so nervous. I can't tell if I'm supposed to be doing something or not.

"You went through the health check?" he finally asks.

"Of course."

"As did I." He gestures to Rafael. "As did he." He gets in front of me to block my view of Rafael. "You do understand what I'm asking from you, right, Jordan?"

"I think so."

Not a confident answer, but my confidence has been MIA for most of the night. Not sure it'll come back to me in the presence of Vincenzo Bramante. Especially in this situation.

He smirks again. "Then it's a good thing we have all night. Take your clothes off."

I suck in another sharp breath. His eyebrow lifts, and a look of disapproval crosses his face.

It's fine. I can do this. I can totally do this. Getting naked in front of my father's friend isn't a big deal. Not a big deal at all. He's just a man and I'm just a woman. The fact he'll only be the third man to ever see me naked means nothing. Of course, one of those men was my father, and only when I was a baby, but still. It's no big deal.

There is no getting out of this. My father can't find out. I signed a contract. I came here to have a good time, and maybe if I pretend I don't know Enzo, I can still have a good time. What am I supposed to do? Fight him tooth and nail? Leave here yelling and screaming?

No. What makes the most sense is to get what I came for. What I wanted. A night to remember. Something I'll never forgot. The more I think about it, this is a win-win. I get my exciting night and my father doesn't find out. Enzo and I never have to talk about what happened here.

I wanted an experience, and I'm pretty sure Enzo will deliver.

A smile spreads across my lips as my mindset flips. I take a step back and carefully turn around. I grasp my hair and tug it over my shoulder, looking up at him over my other.

"Can you help me with the zipper?" I ask softly.

His smirk grows into a salacious smile, and he brings his hands to my back, grasping the clasp and undoing it. Slowly, so fucking slowly, he unzips my dress.

The warmth of his fingertips gives me goosebumps, and the lustful look in his eyes has me clenching my legs together.

This night will definitely be memorable.

I just need to stop looking at Enzo like my father's best friend, and instead like a rich guy I don't know.

You don't know this man, Jordan. Keep telling yourself that. He's a stranger. One you're going to have a long and fun night with.

It may not be as difficult as it seems because this isn't the Enzo I knew growing up.

When the zipper is all the way open, I let the dress fall down my arms and pool at my feet. I shake my hair out, letting it fall down my back, and step out of the dress and turn to face him with confidence I don't quite feel yet.

Something about standing here, in nothing but my heels and a thin lacy black thong, with two extremely handsome and powerful men looking at me like they want to eat me, has me feeling powerful too. It's like Enzo's bubble has grown wider and sucked me inside. A wave of confidence washes over me, and I latch onto it, willing it to stay. I'm not ashamed of my body, not embarrassed about being naked. But no one has ever looked at me the way Enzo is looking at me right now, and it's something I could get used to.

Zach barely paid me any mind when I wore skimpy clothing or changed in front of him to get his attention. I thought maybe he wasn't into me. Maybe I wasn't his type. But we had sex often, so I assumed it was because he wasn't one of those guys.

And though I still don't have an answer as to why he didn't look at me this way, I can't find it in me to care anymore. Because Enzo is looking at me this way, and there is no way I'll ever not want someone to look at me like this again.

I step back until my legs brush the wingback chair against the wall and sit, holding my head high. Enzo's eyes skim over my body, looking at me from head to toe. He blinks slowly, watching me as I watch him. I lean down to pull off one shoe, then the other. I place them on the side of the chair, out of the way. Getting to my feet, I make a show of shimmying out of my panties.

When I look up at Enzo, his gaze is unabashedly on my pussy. Staring. Out right ogling. Is he mad about the small strip of hair I've left? I got a waxing done yesterday morning and wasn't sure what to do. I figured keeping a little would satisfy a man who likes hair and one who doesn't. Best of both worlds.

I force the smile away, and keep my eyes on Enzo, waiting for him to move his gaze somewhere else. He doesn't. He drags his finger along his bottom lip and steps away, all while keeping those brown eyes pinned between my legs.

I'd never thought much of how a man may enjoy looking at my vagina, but apparently, they can. Who would have thought someone would like it so much?

"Rafael," he says carefully. "Show Jordan how we appreciate a woman."

Rafael gets up without hesitation and moves to me. He drops to his knees, dragging his fingers up the sides of my thighs as his gaze stays between my legs. One hand goes to my lower back, while the other hooks beneath my thigh and lifts my leg over his shoulder. He tugs me forward, causing me to gasp. But that gasp quickly turns into a moan when he drags his tongue up my pussy. I jerk in his grasp, sucking in a sharp breath as I grip the arms of the chair.

He licks and sucks on my clit, causing unfamiliar yet wild sensations to roll through my entire body. The only other person to do this to me was Zach, but it never felt like this. Not even close.

What the hell was he doing?

Rafael does long, slow strokes along my clit, over and over again until I'm panting.

"You look surprised, Jordan," Enzo says. "Why?"

"I—He—Oh, fuck!"

Rafael pulls away, and I groan in frustration. The sensations float away from me, turning into an ache. I want more.

Why the hell did he stop?

"Mind your language," Enzo says firmly, and I whip my head in his direction, ready to tell him to fuck off. "When you are with me, you will refrain from using foul language. In fact, you'll refrain from speaking unless you're told otherwise. You won't speak unless you are spoken to. When you are asked a question, you are expected to answer." He gives me a pointed stare. "Do you understand?"

"Yes," I pant out.

What the hell? Why did I answer him so quickly? And why did I even agree?

Rafael brings his mouth to me again, teasing firm strokes of his tongue along my clit.

"You will be punished when you don't follow the rules."

"Okay," I answer, grinding my hips against Rafael's face. The fact I only met this man should be a concern, but it isn't. He eats pussy like it's his favorite thing in the world, and being on the receiving end of it is heaven.

A sharp pinch to my clit has me jerking away and crying out. Rafael bit me!

"Do you need me to repeat the rules I gave you?" Enzo asks in this condescending tone that, for some reason, has my pussy pulsing. I recall everything he said, and I realize I spoke without him telling me to. But what he just said was a question, so I'm supposed to answer.

"No."

"No, sir."

I don't know if I'm supposed to repeat it correctly or not. I glance from Enzo to Rafael for help but get nothing. Rafael is staring straight ahead at my pussy, like he's ready to devour me again. Like he's barely able to stop himself from diving back in. I look up at Enzo, who's watching me intently.

"Yes, sir?" I say softly.

He smirks, and Rafael's mouth is on me.

"When we are together, it is my time. You are not allowed to have your phone. If someone else is around, you do not interact with them for any reason, in any capacity, unless I give instructions to do so. Instructions given to someone to perform acts on you is permission for you to interact with them, as long as none of my other rules are broken. Do you understand?"

I'm so close to having an orgasm, but it's like Rafael knows. When I'm almost there, he slows down. Borderline stops. How does he know my body so well? We just met!

"Yes, sir," I whimper, urging my hips against Rafael's mouth. The orgasm is just out of reach, and I can't take it! I need it. Why won't he let me have it?

"Just as when you commit an infraction, you are punished; when you behave, you will be rewarded."

Rafael wraps his lips around my clit and sucks, his grip tightening around my thigh and waist.

I bite my lip to stop myself from speaking because I don't want Rafael to stop. The pleasure grows and grows. My stomach tightens, and it hits me. Hard and fast, taking my breath with it. My head falls back, my eyes squeezing shut as Rafael works me through a mind-blowing orgasm that seems to never stop. My world is spinning when I come down.

I suck in quick breaths as I meet Enzo's dark eyes. He looks so damn pleased with himself, and he wasn't even the one who did anything.

He moves beside Rafael, brushing his fingers through Rafael's hair affectionately, then looks at me with a proud smile. "Who would have thought Jordan Delise is such a good girl?"