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The pleasure built again....for both of them.Eve was shaking beneath him, overwhelmed, tears streaming down her face from the intensity."One more," he demanded. "Give me one more, Eve. Come with me.""I can't....""Yes, you can. You're my strong, fierce queen. You can take anything I give you." He reached between them, found her oversensitized clit. "Now come."She shattered.Screaming his name, her entire body convulsing, clenching around him so hard he saw stars.Dimitri followed her over the edge, roaring her name as he spilled inside her again, marking her, claiming her, making her his in every way that mattered.They collapsed together, hearts pounding, breath sawing, completely wrecked.This time, Dimitri pulled out carefully, watching his release spill from her body with dark satisfaction.Marked. Claimed. His."Can you move?" he asked gently, brushing sweat-dampened hair from her face."No," Eve mumbled. "Everything hurts. In the best way. But also I might die."He laughed,

Finalmente, she thought with satisfaction. Finally, that stubborn grandson of hers had claimed his woman properly.She turned as they entered the kitchen, and had to suppress a smile.They looked... different.Eve's face was flushed, her eyes bright, her hair still damp from the shower. She moved with a slight careful grace that spoke of pleasant soreness.And Dimitri.....Madonna, the boy looked ten years younger. Relaxed. Happy. The constant tension he carried in his shoulders had eased."Buongiorno," Nonna said, setting two espresso cups on the counter. "You both look well-rested."Dimitri's lips twitched. "Good morning, Nonna."Eve ducked her head, blushing, and Nonna's smile widened."Sit, sit. I made breakfast." She gestured to the table where she'd laid out pastries, fruit, cheese. "You need to eat. Both of you."They sat, and Nonna watched with satisfaction as Dimitri immediately served Eve first, selecting the best pastries, the ripest fruit, pouring her juice.Taking care of

POV: DIMITRIDimitri found Isabella at an upscale restaurant, having lunch with three women who looked like they'd stepped out of a fashion magazine.He walked in like he owned the place...because he did, technically. The restaurant was on property he controlled.Isabella saw him immediately. Her eyes widened, then narrowed.He crossed the restaurant in long strides, stopped at her table."Ladies," he said pleasantly. "Would you mind giving me a moment alone with Ms. Russo?"They scattered like birds.Isabella set down her wine glass, composed. "Dimitri. What a surprise.""Is it?" He sat down across from her, casual. Relaxed. "Because you've been following Eve all morning. Sending her threatening texts. Working with my brother to intimidate her." He leaned forward. "Did you think I wouldn't find out?""I sent her one text. Hardly threatening.""Blocked number. Telling her I'll get bored. Trying to make her doubt us." His voice dropped, dangerous. "That stops now, Isabella.""Or what?"

"He doesn't love her." Isabella's voice was sharp. "He's obsessed with her. There's a difference.""Is there?" Enzo met her eyes. "Because from where I'm sitting, it looks like love. He chose her over everything....you, the alliance, his father's approval. He told me he's going to marry her."Isabella's face went pale. "He said that?""To my face. While he had me pinned to the wall." Enzo took a long drink. "It's over, Isabella. Whatever you thought you had with him, whatever future you imagined....it's gone. She won.""No." Isabella stood, pacing. "No, she hasn't won. She's just... temporary. A phase. He'll realize his mistake and come back to what makes sense.""He won't.""How do you know?""Because I saw his face when he talked about her." Enzo's voice was raw. "I've never seen him look like that. Like she's oxygen and he can't breathe without her. Like he'd burn the entire world down if it meant keeping her safe." He laughed, hollow. "That's not obsession. That's love. Real love.

"Alexei handles international expansion. If we convince him, we convince the family." Enzo pulled out his phone, showed her a dossier. "He's thirty-two. Educated at Oxford. Speaks six languages. Ruthless but progressive.....wants to modernize the family business."Isabella scrolled through the information, her mind already calculating angles, leverage points, potential risks."If we align with the Volkovs, we'll have access to their Eastern European networks. Weapons. Trafficking routes. Money laundering infrastructure." She looked up. "But we'll also paint a target on our backs. Antonio and Lorenzo will see this as betrayal.""They already see us as disappointments," Enzo said. "At least this way, we're disappointing them on our own terms."She laughed. sharp and bitter. "Fair point."They stood in companionable silence, watching the city wake up below them."Can I ask you something?" Enzo said finally."Of course.""Do you really still love him? Dimitri?" He held up a hand. "I'm not