All Chapters of UNDRESSED BY THE MAFIA LORD: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

POV: EVE Three weeks.Three weeks of living with Dimitri Valentino. Three weeks of submission and denial and pleasure that never quite satisfied. Three weeks of him making her come in every way imaginable except the one she was desperate for.Eve sat at her desk at Phoenix Talent Agency, staring blankly at her computer screen, the words blurring together until they meant nothing.She'd read the same contract three times and still couldn't tell anyone what it said. Her mind was elsewhere.Always elsewhere these days.Specifically, her mind was focused on the constant, maddening ache between her thighs that had become as much a part of her as breathing. Permanent. Inescapable.A low throb that pulsed through her body every second of every day, reminding her of what she wanted, what she needed, what he refused to give her.She shifted in her chair, trying to find relief, but there was none. The movement only made it worse, made her more aware of how empty she felt, how desperately she

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 lips to his cock, she whimpered at the loss."Bedroom. Now." She scrambled to her feet and ran, her legs unsteady, her body trembling with anticipation.He followed slowly, predatory, taking his time because he knew she was already his. There was nowhere for her to run. Nowhere she wanted to run. When he entered the bedroom, she was already on the bed, legs spread, waiting. Offering herself completely."So eager," he murmured, stalking toward her like a wolf approaching a lamb."So desperate. Tell me, piccola. What do you want?""You. Inside me. Please.""Not good enough. Be specific.""I want your cock inside my pussy," she said, the words tumbling out in a desperate rush. "I want you to fuc

She handed it over, watched as he turned the screen to face him."Mike," he said calmly."You MOTHERFUCKER!" Mike's voice exploded through the speaker. "You fucking TOUCHED her? You touched my baby sister?""Yes."Just yes. No apology. No explanation. Just confirmation."I trusted you! You're my best friend! You PROMISED me you'd stay away from her!"That made Eve's head snap up. "What?"But Dimitri was focused on the screen, his expression unreadable. "I did promise. And I broke that promise. I'm not going to apologize for it.""You're not going to....." Mike made a sound that might have been a laugh or a growl. "When I get back, I'm going to kill you. Do you understand? I'm going to fucking kill you.""You can try." Dimitri's voice was still calm. Deadly. "But you won't succeed. And you'll ruin your relationship with your sister in the process.""Don't you dare....""She chose me, Mike. Chose to be with me. I didn't force her. I didn't trick her. She walked into this with her eyes o

This wasn't about control or dominance or training her body to crave him.This was about showing her that she mattered. That she was more than just an obsession or a possession.That she was becoming his entire world.He kissed down her neck, over her collarbone, between her breasts. Took his time with each nipple, listening to the sounds she made, learning what made her arch into him."Dimitri," she breathed. "Please.""Please what, cara?""Touch me. All of me."His hand slid down her stomach, between her legs, and found her already wet. Always so responsive. Always so ready for him.He pushed two fingers inside her, and she cried out, her hips lifting off the bed."Like this?" he murmured against her skin. "Is this what you need?""Yes. God, yes."He worked her slowly, building the pleasure gradually instead of rushing her to the edge. Added a third finger, stretching her, preparing her.Always preparing her.Soon, he thought. Very soon, he'd give her what she'd been begging for. Wh

Eve thought about the torture scene in the warehouse. The cold precision of it. The way Dimitri had broken a man's fingers one by one without raising his voice. She'd asked herself how someone became that, what turned a person into something capable of that kind of calculated cruelty.Now she thought she understood a little better.When you learned at eight years old that the world was brutal and that love made you a target, you had two choices. You could break. Or you could become the most dangerous thing in the room, so that no one would ever have the power to take something from you again.Dimitri had chosen the latter."He came to me at nine," Nonna said quietly. "Antonio sent me to look after him....I had worked for the family for years. But Dimitri didn't want a nanny. He wanted nothing from anyone." A small, sad smile. "It took two years before he let me hug him. Two years of me simply being present, not asking for anything, not trying to replace what he'd lost. Just... being t