Six Months Contract With The Mafia God

The island was completely silent at 4 AM.

There were no city sounds. No distant traffic. No sirens or alarms or the hum of a world that never slept. Just the distant rhythm of waves hitting the shore and the soft whoosh of the villa’s climate control maintaining the perfect temperature. The darkness outside the glass walls was absolute, no light pollution, no moon yet, just pure, unfiltered darkness.

Dimitri woke to the weight of his own biology betraying him.

Morning wood. The kind that came from eight hours of sleep, from his body’s unconscious need for release, from the woman curled against him. His cock was fully hard, a solid fourteen inches standing at complete attention, aching with the kind of pressure that made him consider cold showers and the discipline he’d spent his entire life cultivating.

But he’d given up discipline the moment he decided to keep Eve.

She was still asleep, her body curled on its side facing away from him, her dark hair spread across the white pillow like ink spilled on snow. The silk sheet had twisted around her during the night, leaving her upper body exposed. He could see the marks he’d left on her shoulders over the past two days, dark bruises mapped across her skin like a territorial claim. Her breasts were visible, her nipples slightly hardened in the cool air.

For a long moment, he just looked at her.

This woman who’d walked into his darkness voluntarily. Who’d demanded partnership instead of protection. Who’d somehow made him want things he didn’t know he was capable of wanting. Love. Connection. A future that existed outside of violence and strategy.

His cock throbbed with insistent need.

Dimitri shifted slowly, carefully, not wanting to wake her yet. He wanted this moment to stretch. Wanted to take her while she was still half-asleep, her mind foggy, her body responding to him before consciousness caught up.

He positioned himself between her spread legs, his hardness pressing against her ass. She stirred slightly, a soft murmur in her sleep....but didn’t wake. Her body recognized him though. Responded to him. Her breathing changed subtly, and he could see her pussy beginning to glisten with wetness.

Her body knew what was coming before her mind did.

With deliberate slowness, he ran his hand down her side. Across her ribs. Down her waist. Over her hip. His fingers traced the curve of her ass, and she shifted slightly, pushing back against him.

Then his hand moved between her legs.

He used his fingers to spread her pussy lips wide. The darkness was making it hard to see details, but he could feel everything. The warmth of her. The way her entrance was already beginning to open for him. The way her clit was swelling with blood, readying itself.

He’d never been a patient man. But with Eve, he found reserves of patience he didn’t know he had.

Dimitri positioned his cock at her entrance and pushed inside with agonizing slowness.

Eve’s eyes fluttered open with a gasp.

”Shh,” he whispered against her shoulder, not stopping his slow, measured entry. The sensation of him filling her inch by inch was making her body tremble. ”Just wake up to this, piccola. Wake up knowing I’ve been inside you before you even opened your eyes.”

Her pussy clenched around him as he buried himself completely. He was spooned behind her perfectly, his chest against her back, his arms wrapped around her, completely surrounding her. There was no escape. No space between them. Just complete connection.

”Good morning,” he murmured, kissing the back of her shoulder. His lips found the mark he’d left two days ago, and he traced it with his tongue.

”Dimitri,” she gasped, her hands reaching back to grip his thighs. Her nails dug in, and he groaned at the sensation. ”It’s so early.”

”I know,” he said, his voice rough with need. ”Couldn’t wait anymore. Been awake for almost two hours just watching you sleep. Watching you breathe. Wanting this so badly my cock’s been aching.”

She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, her body waking up to the pleasure even as her mind was still caught between sleep and consciousness. The position was intimate in a way that transcended the physical. They were completely merged. Completely connected. There was no dominance or submission, just two people moving together as one unit.

”How long?” she asked, her voice still groggy but darkening with desire.

”Long enough to go insane thinking about you,” he said, his pace increasing slightly. His thrusts were still measured, still controlled, but with more intensity. ”Long enough to touch myself just to take the edge off and still want you desperately.”

She made a sound....half-moan, half-sigh, and tilted her hips to take him deeper. His hand moved between her legs and found her clit, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles while he continued those deep strokes.

Eve’s head fell back against his shoulder, and she turned it so she could kiss him. The kiss was messy and desperate and perfect.

”I love you,” she said against his mouth.

”I know,” he replied. ”And I’m going to spend the rest of this morning proving how much I love you.”

They moved together as the sky slowly shifted from pure black to shades of dark blue. The sun wasn’t up yet...wouldn’t be for at least another hour, but the island was beginning to wake. Birds started their morning songs. The ocean’s rhythm became more noticeable. The world slowly transitioned from night to day while Dimitri made love to Eve in that liminal space.

His pace was unhurried. Every stroke was deliberate. Every touch was possessive. He took his time building her toward climax gradually, not rushing toward his own release.

”Come for me,” he said when he felt her getting close. He could feel it in the way her pussy was tightening around him, the way her breathing was becoming ragged, the way her body was starting to tense. ”I want to feel you come while I’m inside you like this. Want to feel every flutter of your pussy squeezing my cock.”

She came with a gasp that turned into a moan that turned into his name repeated over and over. Her orgasm built slowly and then crashed through her in waves. He felt every single flutter, every clench, every moment of her pleasure. And he kept moving, extending it, prolonging it, making it last until she was boneless in his arms and completely wrung out.

When she finally subsided, he held her close and didn’t pull out. Just stayed inside her, softening slightly but still connected, his arms locked around her waist.

”That’s the best way to wake up,” Eve murmured, turning her head to kiss him slowly.

”And we’re just getting started,” he said.