ANMELDEN"Say you're mine.""I'm yours....""Say it like you mean it." He punctuated each word with a brutal thrust. "Say. You're. Mine.""I'm yours!" she cried. "I'm yours, Dimitri, only yours, always yours...."He growled...an inhuman sound of possession and triumph....and started truly fucking her.No more careful control. No more restraint.Just raw, brutal claiming.He pounded into her with a rhythm that stole her breath, each thrust driving deeper, harder, until she couldn't think, couldn't speak, could only feel.The pleasure built impossibly high, tension coiling tighter and tighter in her core."Dimitri...I'm going to....""Come," he commanded. "Come on my cock. Show me you were made for this. Made for me."She exploded.The orgasm ripped through her like lightning, so intense her vision whited out. She felt her body clench around him, felt him groan as her muscles rippled, milking him.But he didn't stop.Kept fucking her through it, extending the pleasure until she was sobbing into
He released her wrists long enough to strip off his own clothes with efficient, violent movements. Shirt torn open. Belt unbuckled. Pants shoved down and kicked away.And then he was naked before her, and Eve's breath caught.She'd seen him before. Touched him. Tasted him. But seeing all of him now, knowing he was finally going to be inside her....it was different.He was magnificent. Six-four of raw power, muscles carved like marble, scars and tattoos telling stories across his skin. And his cock...God, his cock...jutted thick and hard from his body, easily fourteen inches of intimidating perfection.Eve's thighs clenched involuntarily."Scared?" he asked, prowling toward her."No." Her chin lifted. "I can take you.""We'll see." He backed her toward the bed, predatory and focused. "But first, I'm going to make you so wet, so desperate, that when I finally push inside you'll be begging me not to stop."Her knees hit the mattress and she fell back, sprawling across the silk sheets.Di
She stepped closer. "Now I'm asking you for one thing. Just one thing. Give me all of you. Stop holding back. Stop protecting me from something I've been begging you for.""It's not about protection," Dimitri said roughly. "It's about.....""What? Making it perfect? Making sure I'm ready?" Eve laughed, and it was edged with frustration. "Dimitri, I've been taking a fourteen-inch replica of your cock for weeks. My body is ready. And emotionally? I told you I love you.You told me you love me. We're ready. The only person who doesn't seem to accept that is you."Dimitri's hands clenched at his sides. "You think I don't want to? You think I don't lie awake every night fighting the urge to roll over and bury myself inside you until you can't remember your own name?""Then why don't you?""Because!" He exploded, the word torn from somewhere deep. "Because the second I do, the second I cross that line, there's no going back Eve. You'll be mine completely. Irrevocably. And everyone who wants
"I couldn't hear. But whatever Isabella said, it got to her."Dimitri's jaw clenched so hard his teeth ached. "Follow her. Don't let her out of your sight. I'm leaving now."He ended the call, grabbed his jacket, and was halfway to the elevator when his phone rang.Isabella.He almost didn't answer. But he needed to know what she'd done, what she'd said, what poison she'd planted in Eve's mind."What did you say to her?" No greeting. No preamble.Isabella's laugh was light, musical. "Hello to you too, Dimitri.""What. Did. You. Say.""Nothing that wasn't true." Her voice was sugar-sweet. "I simply asked a question. And her face gave me the most interesting answer.""Isabella...""You haven't fucked her." The delight in her voice made him want to put his fist through a wall. "Seven weeks together, all these grand declarations, and you haven't actually consummated this great love affair. How... fascinating."His hand tightened on the phone. "That's between me and her.""Is it? Because f
The words hit home. Eve saw it in the flash of anger in Isabella's eyes."You don't know what you're talking about.""Don't I?" Eve leaned forward. "You said you've loved Dimitri since you were nine. But have you ever actually talked to him? Not about business or alliances or strategy, i'm talking about real things. His mother. His nightmares. The birds she taught him to name. The guilt he carries. The way he takes his coffee or the small changes he's made since I came into his life."Isabella said nothing."You don't know him," Eve said gently. "You know the idea of him. The power. The position. But you don't know the man who cried when I told him I loved him. The man who sits awake at three AM watching me sleep like he's afraid I'll disappear. The man who's learning how to love for the first time in his life.""He told you about his mother." Isabella's voice was flat."Everything. About Claire. About what happened. About why he's terrified of loving me.""And yet he does it anyway."
POV: EVEThree days.Isabella Russo had been in the city for three days, and Eve had felt her presence like a storm cloud on the horizon....heavy, inevitable, waiting to break.Dimitri had been tense. he had become more careful. He'd doubled her security again, Marco plus three others, rotating shifts, always watching. He kissed her longer in the mornings, held her tighter at night, like he was preparing for a battle he knew was coming.But Isabella hadn't made contact.Not with Dimitri. Not with Eve. Not with anyone in their circle.Which somehow made it worse."She's waiting," Eve had said last night, curled against Dimitri's chest in the darkness. "Building a strategy.""I know.""What do you think she'll do?""Whatever hurts most." His arms had tightened around her. "She'll find your weaknesses and exploit them. That's how she was trained.""Then it's a good thing I don't have any," Eve had said, and felt him smile against her hair.Now, standing in line at Café Noir...her favorit
She gagged but didn't stop. Couldn't stop. This was the closest she'd gotten to what she needed and she wasn't going to waste it.Tears streamed down her face from the effort, from the stretch, from the overwhelming need to please him.When he finally pulled out, a string of saliva connecting her l
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
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







