UNDRESSED BY THE MAFIA LORD のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 201 - チャプター 210

Eve stood there in the dim light of the hotel room, and she looked like she hadn't slept either. Her eyes were slightly swollen from crying. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun. She wore one of his shirts, the one he'd dressed her in before he'd fallen asleep holding her.For a moment, neither of them moved.Then Dimitri stepped forward, pushed into the room, and closed the door behind him with his foot.He looked at her face for a long time then he pulled her close and kissed her.The kiss was hard enough that she made a small sound of surprise. Hard enough that she had to grip his shoulders to stay standing. Hard enough that she couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything except feel him.When he finally pulled back, they were both gasping.He just stared at her face, as if she might disappear if he looked away. As if the hours apart had been a dream and she was about to vanish again."I'm sorry," he said, his voice rough and absolutely raw. "I'm so fucking sorry, Eve

So he did.He pounded into her with an intensity that bordered on violent. Changed positions without pulling out, rolled them so she was on top, then pushed her back against the headboard and drove up into her at an angle that made her scream his name.He took her from behind, one hand wrapped around her throat, the other gripping her hip hard enough to leave marks.He bent her in half, pushing her legs back toward her chest, going so deep she couldn't do anything but take it.Every position was a statement. Every thrust was an apology and a claim simultaneously.Hours seemed to pass.Sweat covered both of them. The bed was soaked. Eve had come at least four more times, each orgasm pulling a scream from somewhere deep in her chest.And Dimitri still wasn't satisfied.When he finally came....spilling inside her with a roar that felt primal, it was with the knowledge that no amount of fucking was going to be enough.That he would spend the rest of his life trying to make up for every li

POV: EVEThe kitchen smelled like fresh herbs and simmering tomato sauce when Marco arrived.Eve knew it was him before she even heard his voice, she'd learned to recognize the subtle shift in the penthouse's atmosphere when different people entered. Marco had a heaviness to his presence, a weight that came from years of carrying other people's secrets and burdens.She was helping Nonna chop vegetables, something she'd started doing without being asked, settling into the domestic rhythm of the penthouse in a way that felt both foreign and right."Buonasera," Nonna said when Marco appeared in the kitchen doorway, his expression carefully neutral. "You look like you have not eaten. Sit. I will make you a plate.""I appreciate that, Nonna," Marco said, but he didn't sit. His eyes were on Eve. "Is the boss in his office?""Yes," Eve said, feeling the shift in the room's energy. Something had happened. Something important enough that Marco needed Dimitri immediately. Marco nodded once and

Then he picked her up by her waist, his strength making it effortless, and positioned her above him."Dante, what are you...." Isabella started.He brought her down.Hard.Impaling her completely on his cock with a force that knocked the breath from her lungs.She screamed...a raw, anguished sound....and he began moving her up and down with brutal efficiency.His hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, controlling every movement, controlling her completely."This is what you are," Dante said, his voice cold as ice. "This is all you are. A cunt to be used. A body to be fucked. Nothing more. Nothing less."Isabella's tears streamed down her face, but her body responded despite her obvious distress. Her inner walls clenched around him. Her hips tried to move in rhythm with his brutal pace.Because that's what he'd trained her to do. To associate pain with pleasure. To confuse his cruelty with affection.He increased his pace, moving her faster and faster, his muscles straining with

He'd been expecting this.The search was thorough but not surgical. They patted him down, checked his shoes, went through his pockets. They found nothing because everything they were looking for was designed to be unfindable by anyone without the specific knowledge that these particular items existed.The molar was just a crown. The button was just a button. The scar was just scar tissue. The tracker was seamlessly embedded in the shoe's sole with no visible evidence of tampering."You're clean," one of them said."Let's go," the largest man said.They put a bag over his head, black cloth that blocked out all light....and James felt the reality of his situation settle over him like a physical weight.He was about to disappear into an organization that made people vanish.He was about to become a test subject for biological weapons.He was about to die, most likely.And there was absolutely nothing anyone could do about it except wait for his bursts of transmitted data to paint them a