Six Months Contract With The Mafia God

She’d always wanted him. But now, she wanted him with an intensity that was almost overwhelming.

The water ran down her body, and she imagined it was his hands.

***

The penthouse door opened at 9:47 PM.

Marco was not with him, Dimitri had sent him to maintain perimeter security outside.

Juliet appeared in the hallway.

”Welcome home, Signor Valentino,” she said respectfully.

”Thank you, Juliet,” Dimitri said. ”How is everything?”

”All is well, Signor,” Juliet said. ”Signora Eve is in your room. She has gone to rest.”

”Thank you,” Dimitri said. ”You can retire for the evening. I’ll see to everything else.”

”Of course, Signor,” Juliet said. ”Rest well.”

She bowed slightly and made her way toward the servants’ quarters.

***

Dimitri made his way deeper into the penthouse.

He moved through the main living area, past the kitchen, toward the master bedroom at the rear of the house.

And then he heard it.

Water.

The sound of the shower running.

Something primal moved through his body.

He could picture her in there. Water running down her body. Steam surrounding her. Her skin wet and glistening.

His cock began to respond immediately.

It started with a half-hardness, a stir of arousal that moved through him like electricity. But as he got closer to the bedroom, as the sound of the water became louder, as the reality of her became more present, his arousal intensified.

By the time he reached the master bedroom, he was becoming fully hard.

He closed the bedroom door behind him.

The sound of the shower was louder here. The steam was beginning to drift out from under the bathroom door.

His cock was now completely hard...a thick, substantial weight between his legs. Fourteen inches of flesh, fully erect and throbbing with need. He could feel the bead of pre-cum already forming at the tip, a clear indication of exactly how aroused he was, how much he wanted her.

Dimitri began to undress.

His jacket came off first, tossed carelessly onto a chair.

He pushed his pants down and stepped out of them, kicking them aside and walked toward the bathroom.

The door was partially open, and steam was pouring out into the bedroom.

His cock throbbed with each step he took.

He reached the bathroom door and opened it, his fully erect cock leading the way.

***

Steam surrounded him as he stepped into the bathroom.

The moisture hung in the air, thick and warm, carrying the scent of soap and water and Eve. He could see her silhouette through the frosted glass of the shower enclosure.....her shape visible under the cascade of water, the outline of her body moving slightly.

Dimitri stepped to the shower door and opened it.

Eve was standing under the rainfall shower head, water cascading down her body, running over her breasts, her belly, between her legs. Her dark hair was wet and clinging to her shoulders. Her skin was flushed from the warm water. And her eyes....her eyes were looking directly at him, at his fully erect cock.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

The she looked up and their eyes met....held. and the tension between them became almost tangible.

Dimitri stepped into the shower without hesitation.

”Hi,” Eve whispered.

”Hi,” he responded, and his hands moved to her waist.

Slowly. Deliberately. His fingers traced the curve of her body, moving from her waist down to her hips.

Eve reached up and touched his chest.

She could feel his heartbeat racing under her palm....a rapid, powerful rhythm that told her exactly how aroused he was, exactly how much he wanted her. She traced the lines of his chest, following the contours of his muscles, her fingers trailing through the water that cascaded over his skin.

He pulled her closer.

The movement was slow but inevitable. She moved into his embrace, her body pressing against his.

His dick pressed against her belly, and she gasped at the sensation.

He lowered his head and kissed her.

The kiss wasn’t gentle.

It wasn’t tentative or exploratory or testing. It was deep and consuming and absolutely hungry. His mouth claimed hers with the intensity of a man who’d been waiting for this moment, who’d been thinking about it during the entire drive from the his father’s estate, who wanted nothing more than to be inside her in every way possible.

Eve kissed him back with equal intensity.

Her hands moved down his back, tracing the lines of muscle and the ridges of his tattoos. She could feel the tension in his body, the effort it was taking him to maintain control, to keep this slow, to not just take her with the full force of his arousal.

His hands moved down her back, pressing her even closer against him. His fingers found the curve of her ass and gripped it, pulling her tight against his body so that his cock was pressed directly against her belly.

He broke the kiss, but only barely. His forehead rested against hers, and they were both breathing hard.

”I want you,” he said, his voice rough and low and absolutely serious. ”I want to be inside you. I want to feel you come around me.”

”I know,” Eve whispered back. ”I want that too.”

His hands moved between her legs.

Slowly. Deliberately. His fingers found the sensitive flesh between her thighs, and he began to touch her there.....slow, deliberate strokes that made her gasp and arch against him.

She was already wet, the warm water mixing with her own arousal, making everything slick.

”You’re so wet for me,” he said and slid one finger inside.....just one at first, and she gasped, her body tensing slightly before relaxing into the sensation.

He moved his finger inside her slowly, in and out, a steady rhythm that was building her arousal. He found the spot inside her that made her cry out, and he focused there, stroking that sensitive place while the water cascaded over them both.

She was gripping his shoulders now, her nails digging in slightly, not hard enough to hurt but enough to convey the intensity of what she was feeling.

”Please,” she whispered, and he understood exactly what she was asking for.