All Chapters of UNDRESSED BY THE MAFIA LORD: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"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

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

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

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

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