تسجيل الدخولPOV: MARCOThe secondary office at Valentino Enterprises was exactly what it appeared to be, a legitimate workspace for corporate operations. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Manhattan. Mahogany furniture that cost more than most people's homes. Multiple monitors displaying financial data and market analysis.What it actually was: a command center for building false identities.Marco had been awake for thirty-six hours.The scotch in his hand was his fourth or maybe fifth, he'd stopped counting a long time ago and it was doing absolutely nothing to cut through the exhaustion that was starting to make his vision blur at the edges.But he couldn't stop.Not when James was day eleven into a fourteen-day countdown. Not when Dimitri was about to walk into the most dangerous operation of his life. Not when the window to establish credentials was closing by the minute.Claude was at one of the secondary monitors, his fingers moving across the keyboard. He had three energy drinks lined up
He grabbed her hips and began moving again, the same brutal rhythm he'd maintained throughout. His thrusts were perfectly timed, each one designed to maximize her pleasure and her pain simultaneously.The headboard was hitting the wall with each movement. The sound of skin against skin was loud enough that the neighbors could probably hear.Isabella didn't care. She was too far gone to care about anything except the feeling of being completely, utterly destroyed.***POV: DANTEShe was coming again.Her third orgasm in the last five minutes. Her body was so responsive, so perfectly trained to respond to his touch, that she was practically vibrating with need.Dante could feel his own orgasm building in the base of his spine. Could feel the pressure mounting as her pussy clenched around him.But he held it back. Held on to control with the same iron discipline he held on to everything else in his life.He wasn't going to come until she had nothing left to give.He pulled out of her sud
Isabella's entire body convulsed, her mouth opening in a silent scream as the shock of his size overwhelmed her nervous system.Dante didn't wait for her to adjust. Just immediately began moving, brutal, relentless thrusts that drove her forward on the bed, her hands scrambling for purchase against the sheets.She was tight. Always tight. Her body was young enough that she hadn't learned how to relax, hadn't learned how to make this easy.He didn't want her to make it easy."Oh God...." Isabella gasped, her face pressed sideways into the mattress.Dante grabbed her hips, holding her steady, and increased his pace. Each thrust was designed to demonstrate exactly what she was, a body to be used, a cunt to be fucked, nothing more.She took it, though. That was the thing about Isabella that made her so useful. She took everything he gave her and came back asking for more."Please...." Isabella whimpered, her hips trying to move in rhythm with his brutal pace."Quiet," Dante commanded. He
Dante leaned back in the seat. His father had a way of putting him in impossible positions, missions that tested not just his loyalty but his judgment. His ability to navigate the dangerous spaces between families, between organizations, between survival and extinction.The question was whether Dante wanted to play that game anymore."When does he expect me at the facility?" Dante asked."Week after next," Luca said. "He's giving you time to prepare, to understand their operation, to make an informed assessment.""And what if my assessment is that The Covenant is too dangerous?" Dante asked."Then you report that," Luca said. "And your father makes a decision based on your intelligence."But they both knew that wasn't entirely true. His father would make a decision based on what served his interests. Dante's assessment would matter only insofar as it aligned with his father's strategic vision.It was the way things had always worked in their world."What else?" Dante asked, seeing the
He didn't wait for her to adjust. Just started movin....hard, deep, possessive strokes that claimed her completely. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard hitting the wall with each thrust, but Dimitri didn't care who heard.He wanted the world to know that Eve belonged to him."Dimitri...." Eve gasped his name like a prayer, her nails digging into his back.He changed his angle slightly....hitting that spot deep inside her that made her vision blur and suddenly every stroke was pushing her closer to another orgasm despite having just come twice."How many do you think you can give me?" Dimitri asked, his voice dark silk against her ear. "How many times can I make you come before you completely lose yourself?""I don't....I can't...." Eve started."Yes, you can," Dimitri said. He pulled almost completely out of her and then drove back in hard, making her gasp. "And you will. Because I need this, cara mia. I need to feel you fall apart beneath me. I need to know that when I'm gone
He found her asleep on the bed.Dimitri stood in the doorway for a moment, just watching. The morning light was filtering through the blackout curtains....soft, golden, making her skin glow like burnished bronze. The sheets were tangled around her legs, and she was lying on her back with her arms stretched above her head, completely vulnerable.His heart did something painful in his chest.She was wearing nothing....one of his shirts discarded on the floor, her body bare except for the faint marks he'd left on her skin the night before. Reminders of his claiming. Evidence of his possession.Dimitri moved silently into the room, closing the door behind him.He undressed slowly, deliberately, taking his time. His eyes never left her as he peeled off his shirt, his pants, everything until he was naked. The early morning air was cool against his skin, but he barely noticed it.All his focus was on her.On the way her chest rose and fell with each breath. On the way her lips were slightly
She had. She really had."When?" she asked. "When do you think... when would you want...?""To marry you?" He smiled. "When the six months are up. When you've had time to truly know what you're choosing. When there's no doubt in either of our minds that this is forever."Four and a half months.Fou
The arousal was shameful and involuntary and made absolutely no logical sense, and it was there regardless, coiled low in her stomach alongside the shock, the two things existing in completely contradictory parallel the way they had since the warehouse.She heard the shower run.She heard it stop.
POV: EVEThree days after Mike left, Eve had started to believe things might actually be okay.Not perfect. Not simple. But okay.Mike had stayed for dinner that first night....had eaten Dimitri's pasta in near silence, had answered Eve's careful questions about London in short sentences, had looke
POV: EVEShe'd moved to the living room by the time the afternoon light started going golden, tucking herself into the corner of the large grey sofa with a different contract....one she was actually managing to read this time and a second coffee that had gone cold twenty minutes ago.Dimitri was in
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