Chapter 288: Again, Give Me Another One

Nonna was seventy years old and moved with the kind of grace that came from decades of managing a household and keeping a family together. She was wearing a dark dress with her silver hair pulled back in a neat bun, and the moment she saw them, her face transformed.

"Dimitri!" she cried out, rushing toward him. "You’re back. Thank God. I’ve been so worried..."

"Nonna," Dimitri said, catching her as she threw her arms around him. "It’s fine. Everything is fine."

"Fine?" she said, pulling back to look at him. "You disappear to an island for two weeks, and I hear rumors about an assassination attempt, and you tell me it’s fine?"

Behind her, several staff members were pretending not to listen while definitely listening.

"It’s handled," Dimitri said firmly. "No one was hurt. The threat has been eliminated. Everything is under control."

Nonna’s eyes moved to Eve, and her expression softened slightly.

"Eve, cara," she said, moving to embrace her. "Welcome home. How was the island?"

"Beautiful," Eve said, hugging her. "Thank you for blessing us before we left."

"Of course," Nonna said. "God listens to old women who pray for their grandsons’ happiness."

She pulled back and studied Eve’s face.

"You look well," Nonna said. "He’s taking care of you?"

"Very well," Eve said with a slight smile.

"Good," Nonna said firmly. "Because if he wasn’t, I’d break his legs myself."

Dimitri watched this exchange with an expression that was caught between amusement and exasperation.

"Nonna, you’re not breaking anyone’s legs."

"Don’t test me," she said, but she was already turning to direct the staff about unloading luggage and preparing the penthouse for their return.

"You hungry?" she called over her shoulder. "I made ossobuco. Your favorite. And I made extra because I knew you’d be starving from traveling."

"Nonna, we can order..." Dimitri started.

"You will eat what I make," she said with absolute finality. "Dinner in one hour. Both of you. And then you can tell me everything that happened on that island."

She bustled off toward the kitchen, already planning the evening.

Eve was trying not to laugh.

"What?" Dimitri asked, seeing her expression.

"She’s terrifying," Eve said. "In the most endearing way possible."

"She’s Italian," Dimitri replied. "Terrifying and endearing are basically the same thing."

They went upstairs to their bedroom, and by the time they’d showered and changed for dinner, Nonna had prepared a full spread...ossobuco with creamy risotto, fresh bread, a salad with herbs from her own garden, wine that she’d been saving for a special occasion.

Dinner was spent with Nonna asking careful questions about the island, about whether Eve had been comfortable, whether Dimitri had treated her well, whether they’d eaten enough. She wasn’t directly asking about the assassination attempt, but Dimitri could see the concern in her eyes.

After dinner, Nonna excused herself with a knowing look that suggested she understood they needed time alone.

Eve went to take a bath while Dimitri handled some business calls, checking in with Marco about operations.

By the time he finished, it was late evening.

The bathroom was full of steam and the scent of bath oils.

Eve was submerged in the tub, her head resting against the rim, her eyes closed. She looked completely relaxed, the first time in days that the tension had fully left her body.

Dimitri stood in the doorway for a moment, just looking at her. Watching her. Taking in the sight of her in their home, in their space, in his world.

Then he began to undress.

He removed his clothes slowly, deliberately, letting her become aware of his presence before he actually approached.

Eve’s eyes opened just as he stepped into the bathroom completely naked.

"Hi," she said, her voice soft.

"Hi, piccola," he replied, and then he was reaching into the tub and pulling her up.

Eve gasped as he lifted her, her wet body dripping water, her hands instinctively reaching for him to steady herself.

"Dimitri..."

"Shh," he said, and carried her out of the tub. He didn’t bother with towels. Just walked her to the nearest wall and pressed her back against the cold tile.

Eve’s breath caught as her wet skin made contact with the cold surface. The contrast between the warmth of his body and the coldness of the wall made her gasp.

"I missed you," Dimitri said, his voice dark. "Even while you were with me, I missed you."

He positioned himself between her legs, and Eve wrapped her arms around his neck, understanding exactly what was about to happen.

When he entered her, it was slow and deliberate...no rush, no urgency, just a deep, intentional claim.

Eve’s head fell back against the wall, her eyes closing as he began to move.

"Look at me," he commanded softly.

She opened her eyes and met his gaze, and they stayed like that....connected, eye contact never breaking, his hips moving slowly against hers.

The rhythm was unhurried. Intimate. Like he was trying to communicate something that went beyond words.

"I love you," Eve whispered.

"I know," Dimitri replied. "And I love you. Which is why I’m going to fuck you until you forget that anything exists except us."

He increased his pace gradually, his movements becoming more deliberate, more intense. Eve’s hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging in slightly, her breathing becoming ragged.

"Yes," she gasped as he found the angle that made her eyes roll back. "Right there..."

He adjusted slightly, hitting that spot perfectly with each thrust, driving her toward climax with systematic precision.

Eve came hard, her entire body tensing against the wall, her pussy clenching around him.

But he didn’t slow down. Just kept moving, kept fucking her through her orgasm, kept driving into her with relentless intensity.

"Again," he commanded. "Give me another one."

"I can’t...." Eve started.

"Yes, you can," he said, his pace increasing, his hand moving between them to find her clit and rub it while he continued to fuck her.

Eve came again, a second orgasm following the first, her body completely overwhelmed by sensation.

Dimitri shifted position, pulling out and repositioning her. He turned her around so her back was against the wall, and entered her from a different angle....deeper and more intense.

"This is what you needed," he said, fucking into her hard. "This is what your body craves. Me. Inside you. Making you feel things you can’t control."