Page 73 of Dangerous Seduction

Natalia’s body arched against mine, her breath coming in short gasps as she clung to me, her nails biting into my skin. “Yes, Dante,” she moaned, her voice a mixture of pleasure and desperation. “Right there. Harder.”

I groaned, pushing myself deeper, our bodies moving in perfect synchronicity. The tension built, a coiling spring of pleasure threatening to snap at any moment. Natalia arched her back, her fingers tightening in my hair as she pulled me closer, her moans echoing in my ear.

And then, with one final, powerful thrust, I felt the world shatter around us, the pleasure exploding in an all-encompassing rush. Natalia cried out, her body convulsing against mine as the waves of ecstasy washed over us. I held her close, my arms tight around her slender frame as the aftershocks rippled through us.

For a moment, we lay there, our breaths mingling, our hearts pounding in time. The gentle lapping of waves against the yacht’s hull created a soothing rhythm, a stark contrast to the tempest of emotions swirling within me.

Natalia stirred, her soft lips brushing against my ear. “I love you, Dante,” she whispered, her voice filled with a tenderness that made my heart ache.

I pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. “I love you too, mi reina,” I said, tightening my embrace as our challenges began to settle over me once more.

Because I knew, as we lay there, entwined in the aftermath of our passion, that the coming days would test our love and loyalty like never before. The evidence hidden in my laptop, the secrets I was keeping from her—they all weighed heavily on my conscience.

As Natalia’s breathing evened out, signaling her drift into sleep, I found myself wide awake, staring at the ceiling. The euphoria of our romp slowly gave way to the cold reality of our situation. Tomorrow, I would have to tell her everything. Tomorrow, we would have to face the storm head-on.

But for now, in the quiet of the night, with Natalia’s warm body pressed against mine, I allowed myself a moment of peace. Whatever challenges lay ahead, whatever dangers we would face, I knew one thing for certain: my love for this woman was the one constant in my life, the one thing I could always count on.

With that thought, I closed my eyes, letting the gentle rocking of the yacht lull me into a fitful sleep, my arms still wrapped protectively around Natalia.

THIRTY-THREE

NATALIA

The first light of morning seeped through the bedroom cabin’s porthole, bathing it in a soft, warm radiance. I stirred, fighting off the lingering haze of sleep. Dante lay beside me, lost in peaceful slumber, his face untroubled and serene - a welcome change from last night’s emotional turmoil.

I untangled myself from the sheets and Dante’s arms, moving with slow, purposeful care to let him rest undisturbed. God knows he needed it after the last few weeks.

Checking my phone, I saw a text from Valentina lighting up the screen.

“Stuck at HQ all day, chica. You’re on your own. Stay safe.”

Disappointment flared, but I pushed it aside. If Val was tied up today, then it was on me to unravel the mystery of the DEA mole.

I thought of Morrow, the way he’d dismissed the idea, refused to even consider it, and what Julio had said about him - it set off warning bells in my head. Morrow was hiding something, I was sure of it. Maybe even actively trying to fuck us over.

A plan formed in my mind. I’d tail Morrow all day, keep tabs on his every move, hoping to catch him slipping up. It was a gamble that could royally fuck me over if he made me, but I had no other play. I needed the truth, whatever it took.

Determined I grabbed my shit and headed for the bathroom, ready to start the day with a much-needed shower.

As hot water poured over me, steam swirling around, the heat melted away the tension from yesterday’s bullshit.

Lost in thought, I didn’t catch the door opening or the quiet steps of Dante sneaking in. Suddenly, his arms were around my waist, his breath hot on my neck, making me jump.

“Morning, my queen,” he whispered, his voice a seductive growl that made me shiver with want.

I sank back against him, my back fitting perfectly against his hard chest. “Dante,” I gasped, my voice catching as his lips scorched a path over my shoulder. “Didn’t hear you come in.”

He laughed, the sound vibrating through me as his hands explored my slippery skin, igniting sparks everywhere they touched. “I can be pretty sneaky when I want,” he purred, fingers drawing teasing patterns along my breasts.

I bit back a moan. “Is that so?” I managed, my voice breathy as I arched into him, silently pleading for more.

Dante’s response was a low, sensual growl as he spun me around, his hands sliding down my body, a deliberate possessiveness that stole my breath away.

“Dante,” I whimpered, my plea swallowed by his consuming kiss. His tongue plundered my mouth, a carnal invasion that buckled my knees.

Greedy hands pawed at my breasts, igniting my desperation with each squeeze and caress. I ground against him, my craving spiraling out of control. His fingers delved between my slick folds to circle my entrance, stoking my frenzy.

“Please,” I gasped, my spine bowing under his touch. “Fuck me. Right now.”

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