Eve backed up until she hit the wall, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps.
Dimitri stood in front of her, blocking her escape, his eyes dark with hunger and something else.
Something that looked almost like satisfaction.
“You’re a monster,” she whispered.
The words hung between them for a moment.
Then he smiled.
It was the most terrifying smile she’d ever seen.
Not angry.
Not defensive.
Just…
amused.
“No, baby,” he said softly, his hand coming up to cup her face.
“You got it wrong.” He leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear.
“I’m the Devil.” Before she could respond, his mouth crashed down on hers.
The kiss was brutal, claiming, tasting of violence and possession and dark promises she didn’t understand.
She should push him away.
Should run.
Should do anything except kiss him back.
But her body betrayed her.
Again.
Her mouth opened for him.
Her hands fisted in his shirt.
Her hips pressed forward, seeking friction, seeking him.
He pulled back, looking down at her with those storm-gray eyes that saw too much.
“You’re wet right now,” he said.
It wasn’t a question.
“You’ve been wet since the warehouse.
Since you watched me break that man.
Admit it.” “I….” “Admit it, Eve.” “Yes,” she choked out, shame and arousal warring inside her.
“Yes, I’m wet.
I’ve been wet.
I don’t understand why, I don’t understand what’s wrong with me….” “Nothing’s wrong with you.” His thumb traced her lower lip.
“You’re finally being honest about what you want.
What you need.
A man who’s powerful enough to protect you.
Strong enough to control you.Dangerous enough that no one will ever dare touch what’s his.” His hand moved to her throat…not squeezing, just holding, possessing.
“Strip,” he commanded.
“Everything.
Now.” Her hands shook as she undid her blouse.
Each button felt like a surrender.
Each piece of clothing she removed felt like shedding armor she’d been wearing her whole life.
When she stood naked before him, trembling and exposed, he circled her slowly.
Inspecting.
Claiming.
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
“And mine.
Say it.” “I’m yours.” “Louder.” “I’m yours!” “Good girl.” He grabbed her wrist, pulled her toward the bed.
But instead of pushing her onto it, he positioned her in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of the room.
“I want you to watch.
I want you to see exactly what I do to you.” She could see herself in the mirror.
Naked.
Flushed.
Nipples hard.
Thighs pressed together.
The evidence of her arousal glistening between her legs.
Behind her, Dimitri was still fully clothed.
The contrast was stark.
Powerful.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded.
She did, and in the mirror, she watched herself expose everything.
“You called me a monster,” he said, his hands sliding up her sides, over her ribs, cupping her breasts.
“You looked at me with horror and fear.
And yet, here you are.
Wet.
Aching.
Desperate for the monster to touch you.” His fingers found her nipples, pinched them hard enough to make her gasp.
“What does that make you, cara mia?” She couldn’t answer.
Could barely think.
“It makes you mine,” he answered for her.
“It makes you the perfect match for the Devil.
Because you don’t want a good man.
You want me.” One hand slid down her stomach, between her legs, finding her slick and ready.
“So wet,” he groaned.
“All from watching me break a man.
Tell me, piccola.
Did it make you hot?
Watching me torture him?
Watching me show no mercy?” “Yes,” she whimpered, hating herself for the truth.
“Good.” He pushed two fingers inside her, and she cried out.
“Because that’s who I am.
That’s what you’re choosing.
Violence and possession and control.
And you’re going to take all of it.” He added a third finger, stretching her, and she watched in the mirror as her face contorted with pleasure.
“Look at yourself,” he commanded.
“Look at how desperate you are.
How your pussy is swallowing my fingers.
How your body is begging for more.” She looked.
Watched his hand move between her thighs.
Watched her own face flush with shame and need.
Watched herself become someone she didn’t recognize.
Someone who wanted the Devil.
“Please,” she begged.
“Please, I need….” “What do you need?” “You.
Inside me.
Please, Dimitri, I can’t take anymore….” “Can’t you?” He pulled his fingers out, and she actually whimpered at the loss.
“Let’s test that theory.” He moved to the nightstand, pulled out something she’d never seen before.
A dildo.
But not just any dildo.
This one was massive.
Easily eleven inches long.
Thick.
Intimidating.
Her eyes went wide.
“I can’t….that won’t….” “It will.” He positioned her on her hands and knees on the bed, facing the mirror so she could still see everything.
“Because I’m preparing your body for mine.
And I’m bigger than this, cara.
Longer.
Thicker.
So if you want my cock, you’re going to prove you can handle this first.” “Dimitri….” He lined up the dildo, pressed it against her entrance.
“Take it, Eve.” He pushed it in.
Inch by inch.
Relentless.
Stretching her wider than she’d ever been stretched.
She screamed.
The burn was intense.
The fullness overwhelming.
It felt like being split in half.
“Too much!
It’s too much!” “It’s not enough.” His hand pressed down on her lower back, holding her in place.
“You’re going to take all of it.
Every inch.
Because this is what it’s going to feel like when I finally fuck you.
And you’re going to learn to love it.” He drove it deeper, and she sobbed, her body shaking, her arms barely holding her up.
“Watch yourself in the mirror,” he commanded.
“Watch yourself take it.” She looked.
Saw her face twisted in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Saw the dildo disappearing inside her.
Saw herself being destroyed and remade all at once.
“Good girl,” he praised, pulling the dildo out slowly only to thrust it back in harder.
“Such a good girl for me.
Taking what I give you.
Learning to handle what your body was made for.” He set up a rhythm.
Deep, brutal thrusts that made her cry out with every push.
The pain began to blur into pleasure.
The burn began to feel good.
Her body began to adjust, accommodate, accept.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his free hand sliding around to find her clit.