Chapter 150: Untie Me, Let Me Touch You

POV: EVE

Eve had been watching the elevator for the past twenty minutes.

Mike sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone, pretending not to notice her pacing.

"He texted thirty minutes ago that he landed," Mike said without looking up. "Traffic from the airport is at least forty-five minutes. You’re going to wear a hole in the floor."

"I don’t care." Eve moved back to the window, looked out at the city. "He’s been gone four days. That’s longer than we planned."

"Giovanni needed more convincing. Dimitri handled it." Mike finally looked up. "He’s fine, Eve. He texted you this morning."

"I know." She turned back. "But texting isn’t the same as seeing him. Touching him. Making sure he’s actually okay."

Mike smiled. "You’ve got it bad."

"I love him." Eve said it simply, without embarrassment. "So yes. I’ve got it bad."

"Good. He needs someone who loves him like that." Mike’s expression turned serious. "Just... try not to traumatize me too much when he gets here, okay? I know you’ve been waiting four days, but I really don’t need to see...."

The elevator chimed.

Eve’s head snapped toward it, her heart jumping into her throat.

The doors opened.

Dimitri stepped out, dark suit slightly rumpled from travel, five o’clock shadow, hair messed from running his hands through it, looking tired and dangerous and absolutely perfect.

His eyes found her immediately.

Eve didn’t think. Didn’t hesitate. Just ran.

Threw herself at him with enough force that he had to brace himself to catch her, her legs wrapping around his waist, her mouth finding his in a kiss that was desperate and claiming and four days of missing him distilled into a single moment.

Dimitri’s hands immediately went to her ass, holding her up, kissing her back with equal hunger.

"Missed you," Eve gasped against his mouth.

"Missed you more," he growled, and kissed her again.

Behind them, Mike laughed. "Well. I see we’re just doing this in the living room now."

Eve broke the kiss, turned her head to look at her brother while still wrapped around Dimitri.

"So you’re not scared of your brother anymore?" Mike asked, his grin wide. "You can just kiss-fuck my best friend right in front of me?"

"He’s your friend," Eve said, her voice breathless. "But he’s MY man."

Dimitri laughed...deep and genuine then he turned to Mike. "If you’ll excuse me, brother, I need to tend to my woman."

Eve winked at Mike over Dimitri’s shoulder.

Mike shook his head, still grinning. "Go. Please. Before I have to see anything that requires therapy."

Dimitri started walking toward the bedroom, Eve still wrapped around him, then stopped and turned back.

"Oh, and Mike? If you get bored, I can order some girls from the club. Consider it a thank you for running things while I was gone."

Mike’s smile turned wry. "Don’t bother. I can take care of myself."

"Suit yourself." Dimitri’s grin was sharp. "But the offer stands. Brother-in-law."

Then he carried Eve down the hall, kicked the bedroom door closed behind them, and set her down.

For exactly three seconds, they just looked at each other.

Then Eve moved.

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POV: DIMITRI

One second Eve was standing in front of him.

The next, she’d pushed him hard and he landed in the leather armchair by the window.

"Eve..."

"Shh." She put a finger to his lips. "You’ve been in control for four days. Making deals. Being strategic. Being the Devil." Her smile was wicked. "Now it’s my turn."

She stepped back, and Dimitri watched...mesmerized as she reached under her dress.

Hooked her fingers in her panties.

Slid them down slowly, deliberately, never breaking eye contact.

Stepped out of them.

And then...God help him she moved behind him, used the lace to tie one of his wrists to the arm of the chair.

"Eve, what are you..."

"I said shh." She came around to face him, reached behind herself, unhooked her bra.

Removed it with the same deliberate slowness.

And used it to tie his other wrist.

Dimitri tested the restraints....flimsy, laughably easy to break.

But he didn’t.

Wanted to see what she was planning.

Wanted to let her have this.

Even if it killed him.

Eve sank to her knees between his legs, her hands going to his belt.

"I’ve been thinking about this for four days," she said softly, undoing the buckle. "About having you home. About getting you alone. About making you feel good."

She freed his cock...already achingly hard and wrapped her hand around him.

Stroked once. Twice.

"About making you lose control."

Then she took him into her mouth.

***

POV: EVE

Eve had gotten better at this over the past few months.

Had learned what made Dimitri gasp. What made his hips jerk. What made him growl her name like a curse.

She used all of it now.

Took him deep....as deep as she could manage, then pulled back to swirl her tongue around the head. Sucked hard enough to make him groan. Used her hand on what she couldn’t reach.

And all the while, his hands were tied.

He couldn’t touch her. Couldn’t guide her. Couldn’t take control.

Could only sit there and take what she gave him.

"Fuck...Eve...." His voice was already rough.

She pulled off, looked up at him with innocent eyes. "Yes?"

"You’re killing me."

"Good." She licked him base to tip. "You made me wait four days. Now you can suffer a little."

She took him back in, set a rhythm designed to drive him insane.

Fast enough to build him up. Slow enough that he couldn’t quite get there.

His thighs were trembling under her hands. His breathing harsh and uneven.

"Eve...baby....please...."

She loved hearing him beg.

Loved having this much power over a man who controlled everything.

She doubled her efforts, took him deeper, used her throat in ways that made him curse.

"Untie me," Dimitri said, his voice strained. "Let me touch you."

Eve pulled off, shook her head. "No."

"Eve..."

"No." She went back to work, one hand stroking while her mouth focused on the head.

She could feel him getting close. Feel his cock throbbing. Feel his entire body going taut.