Six Months Contract With The Mafia God

POV: EVE

The water was hot.

Not scalding, but hot enough to feel therapeutic, to ease the tension from her muscles, to wash away the residue of fear and captivity that still clung to her skin despite everything.

Eve stood under the cascade, letting the water run over her face, her shoulders, her body.

She was alone in the shower, but she could feel the anticipation building in her chest. She knew he was coming. She’d heard the promise in his voice. ”I’ll join you very soon.”

She was washing her hair when she heard the bathroom door open.

Eve didn’t turn around. She kept her eyes closed, letting the water stream over her face, knowing without looking that it was Dimitri.

His presence filled the entire bathroom.

The glass shower door opened.

And Dimitri stepped inside.

He was completely naked, and for a moment, just a moment...Eve felt that jolt of attraction that never quite faded no matter how many times she saw him this way. His body was a landscape of power and control: the broad shoulders, the muscular chest, the defined abdomen, the scar tissue that marked him as a man who’d survived violence and danger.

”Hi,” Eve said softly, turning to face him.

”Hi yourself,” Dimitri replied, and his voice was low, intimate, absolutely focused on her.

The water was still running, cascading over both of them now.

Dimitri moved closer, and Eve could feel the warmth of his body mixing with the warmth of the water.

His hands came up to her face, brushing away the water, brushing away everything except this moment.

”You’re beautiful,” he said simply.

”I’m wet,” Eve replied, a slight smile on her face.

”That too,” Dimitri said, and he kissed her.

Not fiercely like in the warehouse. But tenderly, intimately, with all the care and affection that came from truly loving someone.

Eve’s arms wrapped around his neck, and she kissed him back, her body responding to his proximity, to his touch, to the reality that she was here, he was here, and that she was safe.

The kiss deepened.

Dimitri’s hands moved down her body, across her shoulders, down her spine, to her waist, gripping her firmly but not roughly.

Eve could feel his arousal building against her stomach, could feel the exact moment his tenderness began to shift toward something more intense.

She pulled back slightly.

”Touch me,” she whispered.

Dimitri’s eyes darkened.

His hand moved between her legs.

The water was running over them, but Eve could feel him...his fingers parting her folds, stroking her clit with precision and intention.

”Oh,” Eve gasped, her hips moving forward to meet his touch.

”That’s it,” Dimitri murmured against her ear. ”Let me feel you.”

His fingers were working her now, stroking her clit in circles, then sliding down to her entrance, teasing, playing with her arousal.

Eve’s breathing was becoming ragged. Her hands were gripping his shoulders for stability as her legs began to weaken.

”Not yet,” Dimitri said, pulling his hand away just as she was approaching the edge.

”What?” Eve asked, frustration clear in her voice.

”I want to be inside you when you come,” Dimitri said, ”I want to feel you come around my cock.”

The explicit language, the intensity of his intention, made Eve’s entire body flush with desire.

”Turn around,” Dimitri commanded softly.

Eve turned to face the wall of the shower.

She could feel Dimitri behind her, his body pressing against hers, his erection hard against her ass.

His hands gripped her waist, positioning her exactly where he wanted her.

”Are you ready?” he asked.

”Yes,” Eve breathed.

He entered her in one smooth motion, burying himself completely inside her in the same moment the water cascaded over both of them.

Eve gasped...not in pain, but in the absolute pleasure of having him inside her again, of being filled completely by the man she loved.

”Oh God,” she moaned.

”That’s right,” Dimitri said, his voice rough with desire. ”Feel me, cara mia. Feel how much I want you.”

He began to move.

Not slowly. Not gently.

Dimitri pulled back and thrust into her with intensity, his hips driving forward with controlled power.

The water ran over them as he fucked her against the shower wall, his pace increasing with each thrust.

Eve’s hands pressed against the wall, her body moving back to meet his thrusts, her moans mixing with the sound of the water and the wet slide of their bodies.

”Harder,” Eve gasped. ”Please, harder.”

Dimitri obliged.

He gripped her hips and pounded into her...deep, hard, primal thrusts that drove her forward against the wall, that made the entire shower enclosure feel alive with their intensity.

Eve could feel the pressure building inside her, that coiling tension that came before release.

”Come for me,” Dimitri commanded, his voice absolutely dominant. ”Come on my cock.”

The command, combined with the relentless intensity of his thrusts, sent Eve over the edge.

She came hard...her entire body tensing, her inner muscles contracting around him, her voice crying out as the orgasm ripped through her.

But Dimitri didn’t stop.

He continued pounding into her as she came, drawing out her pleasure, prolonging the intensity of her orgasm.

”Fuck,” Dimitri groaned. ”You feel so good. So fucking good.”

Eve was gasping for breath, still coming, still riding the waves of her orgasm as Dimitri continued.

He was close. Eve could feel it in the way his thrusts were becoming slightly less controlled, in the way his breathing was becoming ragged.

”I’m going to come,” Dimitri growled.

”Do it,” Eve gasped. ”Come inside me. I want to feel you come.”

Dimitri’s next thrusts were absolutely primal...deep, hard, driven by the edge of his climax.

With one final, deep thrust, he came.

Eve felt him pulse inside her, felt the release of his orgasm, felt him claim her completely in that moment.

They stayed like that for a long moment, pressed together, breathing hard, the water cascading over them, neither willing to move, neither willing to break the connection.