Chapter 91: Dimitri....oh God....yes...

It was exquisite torture.

The vibration of the car. The knowledge that Marco was mere feet away. The risk of being heard. Dimitri’s fingers working her with practiced skill.

Eve pressed her face into Dimitri’s shoulder, breathing hard, trying desperately to stay silent as the pleasure built.

"You’re close," Dimitri murmured. "I can feel it. Your pussy’s clenching around my fingers. You want to come so badly, don’t you?"

She nodded against his shoulder.

"Then come. Right now. But quietly, Eve. Very, very quietly."

He added a third finger, stretched her, pressed hard against that perfect spot and Eve came with a strangled gasp that she barely managed to muffle against his suit jacket.

"Good girl," Dimitri praised, working her through it. "So good for me."

But he didn’t stop.

His fingers kept moving, kept building, pushing her toward a second orgasm before she’d even recovered from the first.

"Dimitri....please...I can’t...."

"You can. And you will."

The pleasure was almost painful in its intensity.

Eve felt herself climbing again, faster this time, her body wound impossibly tight.....

She made a sound.

Not loud. But enough.

Marco’s shoulders tensed, his hands tightening on the steering wheel.

"Marco," Dimitri said calmly, his fingers never stopping their devastating rhythm. "Raise the partition."

"Yes, boss."

The partition slid up, enclosing them in privacy.

The second it clicked into place, Dimitri pulled down the top of Eve’s dress, exposing her breasts.

"Much better," he murmured, and latched onto her nipple with his mouth.

Eve cried out....no longer muffled, no longer controlled as he sucked hard, his tongue circling the sensitive peak while his fingers continued their relentless assault between her legs.

"Dimitri....oh God....yes...."

He switched to her other breast, sucking so hard she felt it all the way to her core. Like he was trying to draw milk from her.

His fingers curled inside her, his thumb pressed against her clit, his mouth worked her breast, and Eve shattered.

Screaming his name, her entire body convulsing, the orgasm so intense her vision whited out.

Dimitri didn’t let up. Kept sucking, kept fingering, dragging it out until she was sobbing with pleasure.

"That’s three," he said against her breast. "I’m going to give you at least two more before we get home."

"I can’t....the car....we’re almost...."

"We have ten more minutes. Plenty of time."

He was right.

By the time Marco pulled up to the penthouse, Eve had come five times, her dress was a disaster, and she could barely remember her own name.

Dimitri helped her out of the car and she nearly collapsed, her legs were shaking and he swept her into his arms.

"I can walk...."

"No, you can’t." He carried her toward the elevator. "Marco, thank you. We won’t need you for the rest of the evening."

"Understood, boss." Marco’s expression was carefully neutral, but Eve saw the hint of a smile. "Have a good night."

The elevator doors closed.

Dimitri immediately pressed her against the wall and started kissing her again

"When we get upstairs," he growled against her mouth, "I’m taking you to bed. And I’m not letting you out until morning."

"Promises, promises," Eve managed, breathless.

The elevator dinged.

The doors opened to the penthouse.

And there, in the kitchen, making tea, was Nonna.

She looked up, took one look at Eve’s flushed face, disheveled hair, and rumpled dress, and smiled.

"Buona sera," Nonna said serenely, her eyes twinkling. "I trust you had a nice dinner?"

"Very nice," Dimitri said, not even slightly embarrassed. "We’re going to bed. Don’t wait up."

"I wasn’t planning to." Nonna winked at Eve. "Sleep well, cara. You look like you need it."

Dimitri was already moving, carrying Eve toward the bedroom.

They barely made it through the door before he set her down, spun her around, and unzipped her dress in one smooth motion.

It pooled at her feet.

"God, you’re beautiful," he breathed, taking in her body....bare except for the panties he’d ruined in the car and her heels.

"Dimitri...."

"On the bed. Now."

Eve obeyed, climbing onto the silk sheets, her heart racing.

Dimitri shed his clothes....jacket, shirt, pants, everything discarded until he stood naked before her.

Magnificent. All that power and muscle and barely restrained violence.

And completely, utterly hers.

He crawled onto the bed, covered her body with his.

"I love you," he said, his eyes intense. "More than I thought it was possible to love anyone."

"I love you too," Eve whispered. "Now please, Dimitri, I need you inside me."

"How do you want it? Gentle? Rough?"

"Raw." Her legs wrapped around his waist. "Fuck me raw. No holding back. I want all of you."

Something fierce flashed in his eyes.

"You’re sure?"

"Completely."

That was all the permission he needed.

He thrust inside her already wet pussy, filling her completely.

Eve cried out, her back arching off the bed.

"Too much?" he asked, holding still.

"Perfect. Move. Please move."

And he did.

He fucked her like a man possessed, each thrust driving deeper, harder, claiming her in ways that went beyond physical.

"Mine," he growled. "Say it."

"Yours....God, yes, yours...."

"All of you. Every part. Every breath. Everything."

"Everything," she agreed, meeting him thrust for thrust. "I’m yours, Dimitri. Always."

The sixth orgasm hit her like lightning, sudden and overwhelming.

Dimitri didn’t stop. Kept pounding into her, chasing his own release while dragging her toward another peak.

"Again," he demanded. "Come again. I want to feel it."

"I can’t....too much...."

"Yes, you can." His hand slid between them, found her clit. "Come with me, Eve. Right now."

She screamed his name, her body clenching around him, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

Dimitri followed her over the edge with a roar, spilling inside her, marking her from the inside out.

They collapsed together, both gasping, sweat-slicked and trembling.

"Holy fuck," Eve breathed.

"Yeah." Dimitri pressed his forehead to hers. "That was...."

"Perfect. That was perfect."

They lay there for long minutes, hearts slowing, breathing evening out.

Finally, Dimitri rolled to the side, pulled her against his chest.

"Stay like this," he murmured into her hair. "Just for a moment. Let me hold you."

***

Across the city, Isabella sat in her hotel suite, reading the same article on her laptop.

Perfectly timed. Perfectly placed. Completely untraceable to her.

The gossip piece was small and subtle. Just a whisper.

But whispers had a way of growing into roars.

Especially when they were carefully fed, strategically placed, and absolutely relentless.

Isabella opened her secure messaging app, sent a message to the publicist she’d hired for exactly this purpose.

Perfect execution. Continue. Next piece in two weeks. Escalate slightly, focus on specific social gaffes. I’ll provide details.

Understood. Anything else?

Yes. I need invitations to the Castellano Charity Gala next month. And make sure Dimitri Valentino is attending.

I’ll see what I can do.

Don’t see. Do it. Whatever it costs.

Understood.

Isabella closed the laptop, smiled.

Eve Thorne had no idea what was coming.

And by the time she realized what was happening, it would be too late.

The damage would be done.

The doubt would be planted.

And Dimitri would start to see what Isabella had known all along.

That Eve Thorne....sweet, normal, well-meaning Eve was never meant to stand beside him.