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Chapter One: I Want a Divorce

"I want a divorce."Four words. Just four simple words, and Simon's face drained of color like she'd slapped him.Good.Eve wanted him to feel a fraction of what she'd felt three hours ago when she walked into her office and found her husband balls-deep in her personal assistant on her desk.Her desk.The mahogany one she'd picked out herself when Phoenix Talent Agency finally turned a profit. The one she'd worked sixteen-hour days at, building something from nothing while Simon claimed he was "too busy with work" to even touch her.Apparently, he'd found plenty of time for work. Just not the kind he'd promised in their wedding vows."Eve, baby, let's not be rash...." Simon started, reaching for her.She stepped back, her Jimmy Choos clicking against the marble floor of their....no, his....pristine white living room. Everything in this house was white. Sterile. Perfect. Just like the life she'd been suffocating in for three years."Rash?" The laugh that escaped her throat sounded fore

Chapter Two: The Wolf's Domain

DIMITRIDimitri Valentino didn't believe in fate.He believed in power. Control. The cold logic of numbers and the warm satisfaction of watching his enemies break. He'd built an empire from blood and bone, clawed his way out of the gutter to become the most feared man in the country, and he'd done it all without once believing the universe gave a single fuck about his happiness.Until tonight.Until he looked across his club....his club, Sinners, the crown jewel of his legitimate holdings....and saw Eve Thorne sitting at his bar, drinking whiskey like she was trying to forget her own name.Mike's little sister.Off fucking limits.The one woman in the world he'd promised himself he'd never touch.And there she was, wrapped in a black dress that should be illegal, her long legs crossed, her throat exposed as she tilted her head back to drain her glass. Even from across the room, even through the crowd and the noise and the haze of smoke, he could see the devastation in her eyes.Someth

Chapter 3: Yes. Touch me. Please.

She took the water, sipped it obediently, then patted the seat next to her. "Sit with me. Please. I don't... I don't want to be alone right now."Fuck.He sat, keeping a careful distance between them. It lasted exactly thirty seconds.Eve scooted closer, then closer still, until she was pressed against his side. Then, with the easy affection of someone too drunk to remember boundaries, she climbed into his lap.Every muscle in Dimitri's body locked."Eve....""You're warm," she murmured, curling into him like a cat. "And you smell good. Simon never smells good anymore. He smells like perfume. Other women's perfume."His jaw clenched so hard it hurt. His hands hovered, not sure where to land, before settling on her back. Just to steady her. Just to keep her from falling.That's what he told himself."Tell me what happened tonight," he said quietly.And she did.The words came tumbling out in a slurred, broken stream. Finding Simon with her assistant. On her desk. The assistant she'd tr

Chapter 4: Come for me, cara mia

EVEEve had been kissed before.Gentle kisses from Simon. Chaste kisses from boys in college. Sweet, forgettable kisses that were nice enough but never made her feel like she was burning from the inside out.This wasn't a kiss.This was a claiming.Dimitri's mouth crushed hers, his tongue demanding entry, and when she opened for him...because how could she not?...he took. God, he took everything. The kiss was brutal, possessive, absolutely filthy, and Eve heard herself whimper into it.His hand tightened in her hair, controlling the angle, controlling her, and she loved it. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, trying to anchor herself to something solid because the world was spinning and the only real thing was his mouth on hers and his hand in her hair and the hard length of him pressed against her core.When he finally pulled back, they were both breathing hard."Last chance," he said, his voice rough. "Walk away now, and we forget this happened. Stay, and you're mine."Eve looked a

Chapter 5: I'm going to ruin you for anyone else."

His fingers curled, his thumb pressed, and Eve shattered.The orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, pleasure so intense it was almost painful. She screamed his name like he'd commanded, her body convulsing, her nails digging into his shoulders through his expensive shirt.He worked her through it, prolonging it, until she collapsed against his chest, gasping and boneless."Beautiful," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. "So fucking beautiful when you let go."She couldn't respond. Could barely think. Her entire world had narrowed to the feeling of his arms around her and the aftershocks still rolling through her body."That," he said quietly, "was just the beginning."She lifted her head, confused. "Beginning?""You asked me to show you what you've been missing." His smile was dark. "We've barely started."Before she could process that, he was standing, lifting her with him like she weighed nothing. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist."Where are we going?""I have a b

Chapter 6: The Next Morning

POV: EVEEve woke to sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows and the immediate, brutal awareness that something was very, very wrong.Her body ached. Not the pleasant soreness of a good workout, but something deeper...intimate. Her thighs trembled when she tried to move. Her core felt tender, used, claimed in ways she'd never experienced.And she was naked.Completely, utterly naked in a bed that wasn't hers, wrapped in sheets that smelled like expensive cologne and sex and something darker she couldn't name.Dimitri.The memory crashed over her like ice water: The bar. The whiskey. Climbing into his lap. Begging....oh God, she'd begged him to touch her. His fingers inside her. His mouth on her. Coming so hard she'd screamed his name.And then... nothing. Blackness. Had they...?She sat up too fast, and her head spun with the remnants of alcohol and pleasure and regret. The room came into focus slowly....masculine, massive, expensive. Dark wood and leather furniture. A doo

Chapter 7: I Don't Remember

She crept down the hallway, found a massive open-plan living space....all windows and modern furniture and a kitchen that probably cost more than her car. And there, blessed salvation, the elevator.Private elevator. Of course. This was a penthouse. His penthouse.She practically ran to it, jabbed the button.Nothing happened.She hit it again. And again. Panic rising in her throat.A small screen beside the elevator glowed to life: BIOMETRIC AUTHORIZATION REQUIREDNo.She stared at it, her heart sinking. Fingerprint scanner. Probably facial recognition too. The kind of security system that cost a fortune and meant that only authorized people could come and go.She was locked in.Literally locked in."Going somewhere, cara mia?"Eve spun around, her back hitting the elevator doors.Dimitri stood in the hallway she'd just come from, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his bare chest. He wore only black silk pajama pants that hung low on his hips, revealing the cut

Chapter 8: You bastard!

The reality of her situation crashed down on her like a physical weight. She was trapped. Legally trapped. Financially trapped. And he knew it.He'd planned this.All of it.Rage bubbled up through the fear, hot and vicious."You bastard," she hissed, and before she could think better of it, her hand cracked across his face.The slap echoed in the silent penthouse.Dimitri's head turned with the impact, his cheek reddening. For one breathless moment, he didn't move.Then, slowly, he turned back to face her.His eyes had gone from amused to something else entirely. Something that made her knees weak and her breath catch and some traitorous part of her core clench with need."That," he said softly, dangerously, "was a mistake."Before she could react, he had her wrists in his hands, pinning them above her head against the elevator doors. His body pressed against hers, every hard plane and muscle trapping her completely."Let me go," she demanded, trying to sound strong despite the way h

Chapter 9: Welcome to your new life, Property

She looked behind her. The screen showed green: AUTHORIZEDHe'd unlocked it."Walk away, Eve. Get in that elevator. Go back to your perfect life, your perfect apartment, your perfect company. Pretend last night never happened. Pretend you don't want me. Pretend you don't wake up wet thinking about what it felt like when I made you come."She should go. Should run. Should get as far away from this man as possible.But her feet wouldn't move."Or," he continued, his voice dropping to that dangerous purr that made her core clench, "you stay. You honor the contract you signed. You surrender to what you've been denying yourself for God knows how long. You let me show you exactly how good it can be when you stop pretending to be something you're not.""And what am I?" She barely recognized her own voice....breathy, needy, desperate."Mine." He said it with absolute certainty. "My property. My responsibility. My pleasure and my burden. For six months, you belong to me. And I promise you, car

Chapter 10: My beautiful property

POV: DIMITRIDimitri Valentino had built his empire on control.Control over his emotions. Control over his men. Control over every territory, every business, every breath of power that flowed through the underworld of this city.But watching Eve Thorne walk away from that elevator, watching her choose him, choose submission, choose to stay....had nearly shattered that control into a thousand pieces.Seven years.Seven fucking years he'd waited for her.Since the moment she'd kissed him on the cheek at Mike's graduation party, her lips soft and innocent against his skin, her smile bright and pure and utterly destroying. She'd been eighteen. Too young. Too good. Too much Mike's baby sister for him to even consider touching.But he'd considered it anyway.Every family dinner where she'd sat across from him, laughing at Mike's jokes. Every holiday gathering where she'd hugged him goodbye, her body soft and trusting against his. Every time he'd seen her with that worthless piece of shit S

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