Page 61 of Dangerous Seduction

As the night deepened and the tequila flowed, laughter replaced the initial tension. Natalia’s hand brushed mine, fingers lingering a moment too long, sending shivers down my spine. Her gaze met mine, eyes dark with desire, and I felt the heat rising between us, undeniable and electric.

Ever the voice of reason, Valentina was the first to call it a night. “Alright, lovebirds,” she quipped, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she slid out of the booth. “I’ll leave you two to... reconnect.”

Natalia flushed, but her gaze never wavered from mine. Her eyes burned with a mix of desire and vulnerability that sent my heart racing.

As Valentina disappeared into the night, I turned to Natalia, my hand finding hers beneath the table. “So, mi reina,” I said, my voice a low, seductive purr. “What do you say we take this reunion somewhere a little more... private?”

Natalia’s lips stretched into a slow, sultry smile, her fingers tightening around mine. “I thought you’d never ask, Dante,” she purred, her voice thick with promise.

TWENTY-NINE

NATALIA

As we left the Cuban restaurant, Dante’s hand found the small of my back, guiding me toward the waiting cab with a delightful possessive touch.

The instant the car doors closed behind us, our pent-up desire exploded into a raging inferno. Our mouths crashed together in a desperate, hungry kiss, and our hands roamed and explored with a frantic urgency that spoke of pent-up longing.

Dante’s fingers tangled in my hair, his lips trailing a scorching path along my jaw and down the column of my throat. I arched against him, a soft moan escaping my lips as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin of my pulse point.

“Ahem.”

The driver’s pointed cough shattered the moment, and we sprang apart, breathless and flushed with desire. Dante shot the man a withering glare, his eyes blazing with frustration.

“Where to, folks?” the driver asked, his tone hinting at amusement, which only fueled Dante’s irritation.

Before I could respond, Dante leaned towards me, his voice low. “We can’t go back to my place,” he said, his breath hot against my ear. “Not until this is all over. Too many eyes, too many potential threats.”

I nodded, understanding the implications of his words. The familiar comfort of his penthouse and the allure of the playroom beckoned me, but I resisted their siren call, knowing that we couldn’t gamble with so much on the line.

Dante’s lips morphed into a slow grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I have a better idea,” he purred, his voice a low, seductive rumble. “Our family yacht. Nobody is ever using it. We can lay low there for a few days.”

I tried to play it cool, but the possibility of sneaking away with Dante on a private yacht made my heart flip. He flashed me a knowing smile before turning to the driver, telling him to head to the marina.

As the cab merged into the flow of traffic, Dante’s hand found mine, his fingers lacing through my own in a gesture that was equal parts possessive and reassuring. “It’ll take at least twenty minutes to get there in this traffic,” he said. “Maybe we should continue our... reunion? Give two fucks about what the driver thinks?”

As I leaned in, a slow smile spread across my face, my lips brushing against his in a teasing caress. “I like that idea, Dante,” I breathed, my fingers trailing a searing path along the hard planes of his chest.

Dante growled low in his throat, his arm snaking around my waist and pulling me flush against him. Our mouths collided, tongues tangling and dueling for dominance as our world faded into a hazy blur.

My hands were all over his body, reacquainting myself with the hard, muscular contours that I had come to crave like a drug. Dante’s fingers deftly undid the buttons of my blouse, his touch searing a path along my heated skin as he pushed the fabric aside to expose my lace-clad breasts.

I gasped into his mouth as his calloused fingers traced the delicate curves, his thumb brushing over the taut peak of my nipple through the thin lace. The sensation was electric, sending sparks of pleasure shooting straight to my core.

“Dante,” I breathed, my voice a desperate plea as I arched against him, silently begging for more.

He chuckled, the sound low and wicked as his lips trailed a blazing path along the column of my throat. “Patience, mi reina,” he said, his breath hot against my skin. “We’ll have all the time in the world on the yacht.”

And in that moment, lost in the heady haze of desire and the promise of what was to come, I realized he was right. There was no longer a time limit to our relationship, no longer a need to rush to capture every bit of deliciousness he continuously emitted. For the first time, the constant threat of danger and betrayal faded into the background, replaced by a singular focus—Dante and the undeniable connection that bound us together.

As the car slowed to a stop, Dante’s hand found mine, his fingers intertwining with my own as he led me out of the vehicle and into the marina.

My breath caught in my throat as we stepped onto the yacht’s gleaming deck, my eyes widening as I took in the sheer luxury.

“Welcome aboard, mi reina,” Dante said, his voice a low, seductive purr as he slid an arm around my waist, pulling me flush against his side. “What do you think?”

“It’s... incredible,” I breathed, my gaze sweeping over the expansive deck and the glittering view of the ocean that stretched before us. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Dante chuckled, his chest rumbling against my back as he pressed a lingering kiss to the curve of my neck. “It’s my father’s,” he admitted, his voice laced with something dark and complex. “He doesn’t even like being on the water, but he had to have the biggest, most ostentatious yacht money could buy.”

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