Six Months Contract With The Mafia God

POV: DIMITRI

’’You will soon be broken, Eve’’

Dimitri thought, watching Eve suck his cock with desperate, hungry enthusiasm.

’’And leaving will nearly make you run mad.’’

Because that was the plan. Had always been the plan.

Make her so addicted to him that the thought of life without him would be unbearable.

Make her crave his control, his dominance, his touch so completely that six months would turn into forever without him even having to ask.

She was getting there. He could see it in her eyes—the desperation, the need, the way she looked at him like he was her salvation and her damnation all at once.

A few more days of this. A few more weeks of building her up and tearing her down and putting her back together as his. And then, when she was completely broken and rebuilt in his image, he’d finally give her what she wanted. His cock. His claim. His forever.

But not yet. Not quite yet. ”I’m going to come in your mouth,” he said roughly. ”And you’re going to swallow every drop. Understand?”

She nodded, never stopping her movements, and that obedience....that immediate, unquestioning surrender...sent him over the edge.

He came with a groan, spilling down her throat, and she swallowed it all like the good girl she was becoming.

Didn’t spill a drop. Didn’t pull away. Just took everything he gave her and looked at him with those big, desperate eyes that said ’’please, please, I need more.’’

When he finished, he pulled out of her mouth, tucked himself away, and looked down at her wrecked, beautiful face.

”Good girl,” he murmured, cupping her face.

”Such a good girl for me.” ”Please,” she whispered. ”Please fuck me. I need it. I need you. I’ll do anything...”

”I know you will. That’s why I’m not giving it to you yet.” He kissed her forehead, surprisingly tender. ”When I finally take you, Eve, you’re going to be so desperate that you’ll never want anything else.

You’ll be ruined for anyone else. Addicted to me in ways you can’t even imagine yet.”

Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. ”I already am.”

”No. Not yet. But soon.”

He lifted her, carried her to the bathroom. ”Bath. Then food. Then bed.”

”I can’t sleep like this. I can’t...”

”You will. Because I’m going to hold you all night, and your body will learn that even without the release you’re craving, being in my arms is enough.”

It was a lie, but she was too exhausted to argue.

He ran her a bath, helped her in, washed her with gentle hands that contradicted the brutality of what he’d just done.

And as she leaned against him, boneless and broken and his.

Dimitri allowed himself a moment of pure, savage satisfaction.

She was almost there. Almost completely his. Just a little longer. Just a little more breaking. And then he’d rebuild her as his queen. His possession.

*****

Eve lay in Dimitri’s arms that night, her body sated in every way except the one that mattered, and tried to understand what was happening to her.

A week ago, she’d been married. Successful. In control.

Now she was unmarried, the divorce papers served today, according to a text from his lawyer, still successful because somehow, she’d managed to keep her company running, but absolutely, completely, devastatingly out of control.

And the worst part? She didn’t want control back.

She wanted this. Wanted him. Wanted the way he made her feel things she’d never felt before....desperate and claimed and owned and cherished all at once.

”Sleep, Eve,” he murmured against her hair. ”Tomorrow is another day.”

Another day of denial. Another day of torture. Another day of slowly losing herself in him.

”How long?” she whispered. ”How long until you fuck me?”

”When I decide your body can’t function without mine. When I know you’ll never leave. When you’re completely, irrevocably mine.”

”I already am.” ”Not yet.” His arms tightened around her.

”But soon. I promise. Soon I’ll give you everything you’re begging for. And when I do, you’ll understand why I made you wait.”

She didn’t understand. Couldn’t understand. But she trusted him. Against all logic, against all reason, she trusted that he knew what he was doing. That he was breaking her for a reason. That when he finally put her back together, she’d be something stronger. Something better. Something his. And as she drifted off to sleep in his arms, one thought echoed through her exhausted mind:

’’I’m his. Completely, terrifyingly his. And I don’t even want to fight it anymore.’’

****

Three days later Eve was sitting on the couch sipping her cup of coffee when Dimitri walked in.

”You’re coming with me today.”

Eve looked up from her coffee, confused. It was Saturday morning. No work.

She’d planned to spend the day recovering from a week of Dimitri’s relentless control, a week of orgasms and denial and slowly losing her mind.

”Coming where?” ”A business meeting.” He was already dressed...black suit, black shirt, no tie. He looked dangerous. More dangerous than usual.

”Wear something professional. We leave in thirty minutes.”

”Dimitri, I don’t think...”

”I’m not asking, Eve. You wanted to understand my world? Today, you get your first real lesson.”

His eyes met hers, and something in them made her stomach drop.

”Get dressed. Now.”

Twenty minutes later, she sat in the back of Dimitri’s SUV...not the one Marco usually drove her in, but a larger vehicle, blacked out windows, bulletproof by the look of it. Marco was driving. Two other men she didn’t recognize sat in the front passenger seat and the back row. Both armed. Both silent.

”Where are we going?” she asked quietly. ”You’ll see.” Dimitri’s hand rested on her thigh, possessive even now. ”Stay close to me. Don’t speak unless I tell you to. And no matter what you see, don’t run. Understood?”

Her mouth went dry. ”What am I going to see?”

”Me.” His grip tightened.

”The real me. Not the man who makes you come. Not the man who holds you at night. The other one.”