Six Months Contract With The Mafia God

He changed position, pulling her legs up over his shoulders, and the new angle made him go impossibly deeper.

Isabella couldn’t even speak anymore, just gasped and moaned with each thrust.

”That’s it,” he encouraged. ”Give it to me. Give me all of you.”

He pounded into her harder, faster, and Isabella came hard, her pussy clenching around him, her body completely surrendered to his control.

But he didn’t slow down. Didn’t give her time to recover.

Instead, he pulled out and flipped her over onto her stomach in one smooth motion. ℯℯ𝑙.

”Ass up,” he commanded, and Isabella raised her hips.

He entered her from behind in one brutal thrust, and the angle was even more intense, even more overwhelming.

”Dante!” His name tore from her throat.

”That’s right,” he said. ”Say my name. Let everyone know who’s fucking you.”

He pounded into her from behind, his rhythm relentless, his hand pressed against her back keeping her in position.

Isabella’s face was buried in the pillow, her hands gripping the sheets, her entire body accepting the assault.

”Come for me,” he commanded. ”Come on my cock.”

And she did, another orgasm ripping through her, her pussy clenching around him, her body convulsing.

He fucked her through it, his pace never slowing, and then he came....a roar torn from his chest, his hips driving forward one last time, his cock pulsing inside her.

They collapsed together, both gasping for air, both drenched in sweat.

Dante pulled her back against his chest, his arm wrapped around her waist, his face buried in her hair.

”Mine,” he whispered. ”You’re mine, Isabella. Don’t ever forget that.”

And Isabella, completely exhausted, completely wrecked, completely his, just nodded and let herself drift toward sleep.

***

She woke to darkness.

The bedroom was quiet except for the sound of Dante on the phone in the living room. His voice was low and dangerous, the tone he used when he was dealing with business.

Isabella lay there for a moment, listening, trying to understand what he was saying.

She could hear fragments: ”...the island...” ”...tomorrow night...” ”...seven men...”

She wanted to get up and ask him what was happening. But she was too exhausted to move. Too wrung out. Too completely satisfied in a way that had nothing to do with physical pleasure and everything to do with feeling wanted.

Even if that wanting was possessive and dark and probably unhealthy.

In the living room, Dante was pacing while he talked to Luca.

”Tell me the status,” Dante said into the phone.

”Everything’s in position,” Luca’s voice came through the line. ”The team is assembled. Seven men, all professionals. They’re equipped and ready. The speedboat is prepared. We’re moving tomorrow night at 1 AM.”

”And Valentino?” Dante asked.

”Still on the island. No indication that he knows what’s coming. Our surveillance confirms he’s still living his little vacation fantasy with the American woman.”

Dante smiled to himself.

”Good,” he said. ”Let him have his last night of peace. Tomorrow, he dies.”

”What about after?” Luca asked. ”After we eliminate Valentino, what’s our next move?”

”We handle it quietly,” Dante said. ”No bodies. No evidence. Just make it look like an accident. A boating accident. Something that happens on private islands all the time.”

”And the woman?” Luca asked carefully. ”The last time we spoke, you said we shouldn’t touch her, I wanted to ask if you have changed your mind”

Dante turned and looked toward the room.

”Well, i have changed my mind now, If she’s there when the team arrives, she dies too,” Dante said coldly. ”Valentino brought her into this world. That makes her expendable.”

There was silence on the other end of the line.

”Understood,” Luca finally said.

”Good,” Dante said. ”Call me when the team is in position. I want to know the moment Valentino is eliminated.”

He hung up and returned to the bedroom.

Isabella was still asleep, curled up in his bed, her dark hair spread across the pillow, marks visible across her breasts and shoulders.

She looked like she belonged there.

Dante settled back into bed and pulled her against his chest, his hand possessive on her waist.

Tomorrow, Dimitri Valentino would be dead.

And then Dante could focus on Isabella completely. Could make her understand that there was no one else for her. No one else she could run to. No one else who would want her the way he did.

She would be his completely. In every way that mattered.

And this time, when she tried to leave him, he would make sure she understood that leaving wasn’t an option.

Not ever.

***

POV: DIMITRI

The secondary safe house was positioned deep in the mountains, sixty kilometers inland from the island villa. It was a fortress disguised as a luxury home....thick walls, reinforced doors, weapons stored in hidden compartments, security systems that rivaled military installations.

Dimitri stood in the basement, the room Marco had prepared as a shooting range, and waited for Eve.

She’d agreed without hesitation when he’d told her what he needed to teach her. No arguments. No protests about violence or guns or any of the civilized objections a woman from her world might have made.

She’d just nodded and said, ”When?”

That was one of the things he loved about her. When things got real, when the world shifted into something darker, Eve didn’t retreat into denial. She met it head-on.

The basement was cool and quiet. Targets were set up at various distances. Weapons were laid out on the table....handguns mostly, a couple of rifles, ammunition organized by caliber.

Dimitri heard her footsteps on the stairs before he saw her.

Eve appeared in the doorway wearing black tactical pants and a white tank top....practical clothes, clothes that wouldn’t restrict her movement. Her dark hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail. She looked capable. She looked ready.

She looked like she belonged in his world.

”Hi,” she said simply, coming to stand beside him.

”Hi, piccola,” he replied, his hand finding the small of her back. ”You ready for this?”

”No,” she said honestly. ”But I’m doing it anyway.”

”That’s courage,” he said. ”That’s exactly what I need you to have.”