POV: DIMITRI
Dimitri Valentino had built his empire on control.
Control over his emotions. Control over his men. Control over every territory, every business, every breath of power that flowed through the underworld of this city.
But watching Eve Thorne walk away from that elevator, watching her choose him, choose submission, choose to stay....had nearly shattered that control into a thousand pieces.
Seven years.
Seven fucking years he'd waited for her.
Since the moment she'd kissed him on the cheek at Mike's graduation party, her lips soft and innocent against his skin, her smile bright and pure and utterly destroying. She'd been eighteen. Too young. Too good. Too much Mike's baby sister for him to even consider touching.
But he'd considered it anyway.
