Six Months Contract With The Mafia God

”Your pussy is learning. Learning to stretch for me. Learning to take what I give it. Soon, you’ll be begging for more.”

”Please,” she gasped. ”Please, I’m going to.....”

”Not yet.” He slowed down, edged her, kept her right on the precipice without letting her fall. In the mirror, she watched him move behind her. Watched him unzip his pants with his free hand. Watched him pull out his cock.....thick and long and so much bigger than the dildo currently inside her.

”This is what you want,” he said, stroking himself while continuing to fuck her with the dildo. ”This is what you’ve been begging for. Desperate for. But you haven’t earned it yet.”

”Please,” she sobbed. ”Please, I’ll do anything.”

”Anything?” He increased the speed, pounding her with the dildo while he jerked himself off.

”Will you accept what I am? Accept that I’m the Devil and I’ll never be anything else?”

”Yes!” ”Will you stop running from what you want? Stop pretending you’re not made for this darkness?”

”Yes! Yes, I accept it! I accept you!”

”Then come for me. Now.”

The orgasm hit her like a freight train. She screamed, her whole body convulsing, her pussy clenching around the dildo so hard it almost hurt.

Dimitri groaned behind her, and she felt hot liquid hit her back as he came too, marking her, claiming her.

When she could breathe again, he pulled the dildo out slowly. She collapsed onto the bed, boneless and shaking.

But he wasn’t done.

He flipped her onto her back, spread her legs, and positioned himself between them. For one heart-stopping moment, she thought he was finally going to do it. Finally going to give her what she’d been begging for.

He lined up his cock, pressed just the head against her entrance. Then he pushed in. Just two inches. Just enough to stretch her, to make her feel him, to make her desperate. She gasped, her hands flying to his shoulders.

”Please....”

He pulled out immediately.

”Not yet, Eve.” His smile was wicked. Cruel. Satisfied.

”You haven’t earned it.”

”But I.....you said....”

”I said you’d learn to accept me. And you have. But earning my cock? That takes more than one day of acceptance.”

He rolled off her, started buttoning his pants like nothing had happened.

”You need to prove you’re ready. Prove your body can handle me. Prove you won’t break.”

She wanted to scream. Wanted to cry. Wanted to hit him. Instead, she just lay there, trembling and aching and more desperate than she’d ever been in her life.

”Cruel,” she whispered.

”Yes.” He leaned down, kissed her forehead with surprising tenderness.

”But necessary. When I finally take you, cara mia, you’re going to be so ready, so desperate, so thoroughly mine that you’ll never want anything else. And that’s worth the wait.”

He pulled her up, carried her to the bathroom.

”Bath. Then food. Then bed.”

”I can’t sleep like this.” ”You will. Because you trust me now. You’ve seen the worst of me, and you’re still here. Still wet. Still mine.”

He was right. God help her, he was right. She’d seen him torture a man without flinching. Had watched him break bones and pull teeth and show no mercy. And instead of running, she’d gotten wet. Instead of being horrified, she’d been aroused. Instead of leaving, she’d begged him to fuck her.

She was his. Completely, irrevocably his. And the terrifying part? She didn’t want to change that.

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POV: DIMITRI

Dimitri held Eve in the bath, washing her gently, and allowed himself a moment of pure satisfaction. Today had been a test. A brutal, necessary test.

Show her the monster. Show her the violence. Show her exactly what he was capable of. And see if she’d run.

She hadn’t. She’d gotten wet instead. And now she knew. Knew that she wasn’t the perfect girl she’d been pretending to be. Knew that some dark part of her craved exactly what he was offering.

Power. Violence. Protection. Control.

”You’re quiet,” she murmured against his chest.

”Thinking.”

”About what?” ”About how beautiful you looked watching me break that man.

How your pupils dilated. How your breath quickened. How your thighs pressed together.”

She flushed. ”I’m not proud of that.”

”You should be.” He tilted her chin up. ”It means you’re finally being honest.

Finally admitting what you want. And what you want, piccola, is me. All of me.

The good and the bad and the monstrous.””You called yourself the Devil.”

”Because that’s what I am.” He kissed her, gentle this time. ”And you’re going to learn to love the Devil. To crave him. To need him so completely that the thought of life without him is unbearable.”

”That’s what you’re doing, isn’t it? With all the denial. With all the control. You’re making me addicted.”

”Yes.” At least he was honest.

”How much longer?” she asked.

”How much longer until you....”

”Until I fuck you?” He smiled.

”Soon, piccola. Very soon. Your body is almost ready. Just a little more training.

A little more breaking. And then you’ll be perfect.”

”I thought you said I didn’t need to be perfect.”

”You don’t. But you need to be mine. Completely. Irrevocably. Forever mine.

And we’re almost there.” He carried her to bed, dried her off, tucked her against his chest.

”Sleep,” he commanded. ”Tomorrow, we’ll continue your education.”

”What else is there to learn?”

”Oh, cara mia.” His laugh was dark. ”We’ve barely scratched the surface.”

And as she drifted off to sleep, sated and exhausted and thoroughly claimed, Dimitri stared at the ceiling and planned the next phase.

Simon would be dealt with soon. Marco had already reported that the pathetic worm was planning something stupid.

Showing up at Eve’s office, probably. Trying to ”win her back.”

Perfect. Let him come. Let him make his move.

And then Dimitri would show Eve exactly what happened to men who tried to take what was his. It would be educational. And arousing. And would push her even further into his darkness. He smiled into the dark. Everything was going according to plan.