Chapter 181: You Did So Good, Baby

Every position drove her higher. Every orgasm left her more desperate for the next.

"I can’t.....Dimitri i really cant...." Eve gasped as Dimitri positioned her for what felt like the hundredth time. "I can’t anymore....too much..."

"One more baby," Dimitri said, his voice rough with exertion. "Give me one more and then I’ll let you rest."

He was lying.

Eve knew he was lying.

But she didn’t care.

He slid inside her again, this time with her on her side, one leg hitched over his hip, his hand on her throat.

"Look at me," he demanded.

Eve forced her eyes open, met his gaze.

"I love you," Dimitri said, his rhythm slow and deep. "I love you so fucking much. And I’m sorry I scared you. I am sorry i got shot, Sorry I almost died. Sorry for every second you thought you might lose me."

"Don’t..." Eve’s voice broke. "Don’t apologize. Just...don’t leave me again. Don’t get shot again. Don’t...."

"I’ll try my best." He leaned down, kissed her softly. "But Eve, if something happens....if I don’t make it back someday...."

"Stop."

"....I need you to know that loving you was the best thing I ever did. That you made me want to be better than the Devil. That you gave me a reason to build something instead of just destroying."

Tears streamed down Eve’s face.

"I love you," she whispered. "I love you so much."

"I know, baby. I know."

He moved faster, deeper, and Eve felt her sixth orgasm building.

Different from the others. Deeper. More emotional.

When it hit, she came apart completely....crying and shaking and clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping her grounded.

Dimitri followed her over, spilling inside her with a groan, his entire body shuddering.

They collapsed together, both gasping, both trembling.

"Six," Dimitri whispered. "You did so good, baby."

Eve tried to respond.

But exhaustion crashed over her like a wave.

The last thing she felt was Dimitri pulling her against his chest, his arms wrapping around her protectively.

***

POV: DIMITRI

Dimitri held Eve as she passed out, felt her breathing even out, felt her body go completely limp.

Six rounds. Six hours. Six orgasms that had left her completely destroyed.

Perfect.

He carefully extracted himself, tucked her under the blankets, and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

She didn’t stir.

Completely exhausted.

Dimitri stood, pulled on sleep pants, and grabbed his phone from the nightstand.

Multiple messages waited.

One from Mike: Italy intel gathered. Need to brief tomorrow.

One from Enzo: Information exchange agreed. I’ll send my Rome contacts.

And one from Marco, time-stamped twenty minutes ago: Boss. Urgent. Have intel on THE COVENANT. Need to talk ASAP.

Dimitri went very still.

The Covenant.

Marco had found something.

Dimitri looked at Eve sleeping peacefully in their bed, looked at his phone, and felt the weight of everything settle on his shoulders.

He’d just had six hours of perfect reunion sex with the woman he loved.

And now reality was crashing back in.

War with the Romanos. Plans to overthrow Antonio. And now....information about The Covenant.

The empire he’d built. The revenge he’d been planning. The future he wanted with Eve.

All of it colliding.

Dimitri typed back to Marco: My office. 7 AM. Bring everything.

Then he set down his phone, climbed back into bed, and pulled Eve into his arms.

***

POV: MARCO

Marco arrived at the penthouse at 6:47 AM, before dawn had fully broken over the city.

He’d been awake all night, couldn’t sleep after what his contacts had uncovered.

The Covenant was moving.

And if they were right, if the patterns they’d identified meant what Marco thought they meant.....

Then they were looking at the beginning of something catastrophic.

The elevator opened directly into the penthouse. Dimitri had given Marco access years ago, trusted him enough to bypass security.

He found Dimitri in his office, already dressed, already working, two empty coffee cups on his desk.

"You’ve been awake," Marco said.

"Since five." Dimitri looked up from his laptop. "Couldn’t sleep. Something felt wrong."

Marco understood that feeling. The kind of instinct that came from years of reading threats, identifying patterns, surviving in a world where hesitation got you killed.

"It’s The Covenant," Marco said, sitting across from Dimitri. "They’re moving. And I think they’re planning something big."

Dimitri’s expression shifted immediately.....focused, intense, dangerous.

"Show me."

Marco pulled out his tablet, brought up the files he’d compiled through the night.

"Three weeks ago, missing persons reports started increasing across the Eastern Seaboard," Marco began. "Baltimore. Philadelphia. New York. Boston. All in low-income neighborhoods. All people nobody would notice.....homeless, undocumented immigrants, people in the foster system, addicts."

He pulled up statistics.

"Normal baseline for missing persons in these cities....maybe thirty to fifty per month. But in the past three weeks?" Marco zoomed in. "We’re seeing numbers spike to two hundred and fifty plus. In Baltimore alone, ninety-seven people reported missing in a single week."

Dimitri studied the numbers, his mind working.

"The government response?"

"Non-existent. When it’s poor people, undocumented immigrants, people from marginalized communities, law enforcement barely looks. They file the reports, archive them, move on." Marco’s voice was hard. "No task force. No public awareness campaign. Nothing. Because these are people nobody cares about."

"But you noticed."

"Because our security system is better than law enforcement." Marco pulled up another file. "We monitor everything, social media, police dispatches, hospital admissions, burial records. We have algorithms tracking unusual patterns. And this...." He gestured at the spike in missing persons. ".....this is an unusual pattern."

"How did you connect it to The Covenant?"

"Three pieces of intel converged." Marco showed Dimitri screenshots of encrypted communications they’d intercepted. "First, we’ve been monitoring dark web forums where The Covenant recruits test subjects. They’ve been advertising heavily in the past month. Offering money for volunteers willing to participate in medical trials. No questions asked. No background checks."

Dimitri’s jaw tightened.

"They’re using the missing persons as test subjects."