Six Months Contract With The Mafia God

He released her wrists long enough to strip off his own clothes with efficient, violent movements. Shirt torn open. Belt unbuckled. Pants shoved down and kicked away.

And then he was naked before her, and Eve’s breath caught.

She’d seen him before. Touched him. Tasted him. But seeing all of him now, knowing he was finally going to be inside her....it was different.

He was magnificent. Six-four of raw power, muscles carved like marble, scars and tattoos telling stories across his skin. And his cock...God, his cock...jutted thick and hard from his body, easily fourteen inches of intimidating perfection.

Eve’s thighs clenched involuntarily.

”Scared?” he asked, prowling toward her.

”No.” Her chin lifted. ”I can take you.”

”We’ll see.” He backed her toward the bed, predatory and focused. ”But first, I’m going to make you so wet, so desperate, that when I finally push inside you’ll be begging me not to stop.”

Her knees hit the mattress and she fell back, sprawling across the silk sheets.

Dimitri stood over her, his eyes tracking every inch of exposed skin with the intensity of a man cataloging treasure.

”Spread your legs,” he commanded.

She obeyed, letting her thighs fall open.

He groaned, low and guttural. ”Look at you. Already glistening for me.” He knelt between her legs, his hands sliding up her inner thighs. ”Seven weeks and you’re still so responsive. Still so fucking perfect.”

His mouth descended on her without warning.

Eve cried out, her back arching off the bed as his tongue found her clit with devastating precision. He didn’t tease, didn’t build slowly.....just devoured her like a man starving.

”Dimitri...oh God....”

”That’s it, baby.” His voice vibrated against her sensitive flesh. ”Say my name. Let me hear you.”

Two fingers thrust inside her, curling to find that spot that made her see stars. His tongue circled her clit, sucking, licking, driving her higher with ruthless efficiency.

She was already close. Seven weeks of denial had left her primed, ready, desperate.

”I’m going to...Dimitri, I’m...”

”Come,” he ordered. ”Come on my tongue so I can taste how much you want my cock.”

She shattered.

The orgasm ripped through her, intense and overwhelming. Her thighs clamped around his head, her hands fisting in his hair, holding him against her as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

He didn’t stop. Kept licking, kept fingering, dragging it out until she was trembling and oversensitive.

”Too much,” she gasped. ”I can’t....”

”Yes, you can.” He added a third finger, stretching her. ”You’re going to come at least three more times before I fuck you. Your body needs to be ready.”

”I am ready....”

”No.” He pulled back, his chin glistening with her arousal, his eyes fierce. ”You think you’re ready. But when I finally push inside, when you feel how thick I am, how deep....you’re going to understand why I made you wait.”

He rose to his feet, went to the nightstand, pulled out the bottle of lube they’d been using with the toys.

”On your hands and knees,” he said. ”Face down, ass up.”

Eve’s breath hitched but she obeyed, rolling onto her stomach and rising to her knees. The position made her feel exposed, vulnerable, completely at his mercy.

Perfect.

She felt the bed dip as he knelt behind her, felt his hands on her hips, positioning her.

Then his lubed fingers were at her entrance, pushing inside with slow, deliberate pressure.

”Still so tight,” he murmured. ”Even after weeks of training.”

He worked her open methodically.....three fingers, then four, scissoring and stretching until she was panting into the sheets.

”Please,” she whimpered. ”Please, Dimitri, I need...”

”What do you need, cara mia?”

”You. Inside me. Now.”

”Not yet.” He withdrew his fingers, and she heard the slick sound of him coating his cock with lube. ”First, I’m going to make you come again. Then maybe....maybe....if you beg sweetly enough, I’ll give you what you want.”

He positioned himself behind her, and she felt the thick head of his cock slide through her folds, coating himself in her wetness.

”Feel that?” he growled. ”Feel how hard I am for you? I’ve been this hard for seven weeks, Eve. Every night lying next to you, feeling you pressed against me, knowing I couldn’t have you.” He pressed against her entrance, just barely breaching. ”Now I’m going to take what’s mine.”

He pushed forward.

Just the head. Just two inches.

Eve’s entire body locked up.

”Oh fuck,” she gasped. ”Oh my God....”

”Breathe, baby.” His hands stroked her back, soothing even as he held himself still. ”Relax. Let your body adjust.”

She tried. Drew in shaky breaths, forced her muscles to unclench.

He was so thick. Thicker than the toys. Thicker than anything she’d ever felt.

”That’s it,” he praised. ”Good girl. Now, I’m going to go deeper. If it’s too much, tell me.”

He pushed forward another inch.

Eve moaned, her fingers clawing at the sheets. The stretch was intense, bordering on too much, but underneath the pressure was pleasure...dark and overwhelming.

”More,” she heard herself say. ”Don’t stop.”

”Fuck, Eve.” His voice was strained. ”You feel incredible. So tight. So perfect.” Another inch. ”Taking me so well.”

He worked himself in slowly, inch by excruciating inch, until he was halfway buried.

Then he pulled back and slammed forward.

Eve screamed.

Not in pain...though there was pressure, intensity, a fullness that bordered on overwhelming....but in pleasure so acute it bordered on agony.

”Again,” she gasped. ”Do it again....”

He obliged.

Pulled back. Slammed home.

Each thrust drove him deeper, stretched her wider, until finally—finally—she felt his hips flush against her ass and knew he was fully inside.

All fourteen inches.

She’d taken all of him.

”Holy fuck,” Dimitri breathed, his voice wrecked. ”Look at you. Look at how perfectly you take my cock.” His hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise. ”Seven weeks I waited for this. Seven weeks of watching you grow stronger, fiercer, more mine.” He pulled back, thrust forward. ”Was it worth it, cara mia? Was the wait worth it?”

”Yes,” Eve sobbed, pleasure cresting through her in waves. ”God, yes...”