Page 37 of Dangerous Seduction

“Yes! Fuck, yes, more!” I mewled. “Dante,” I panted, my voice a desperate whimper. “I need you now.”

He chuckled low and deep, the vibrations sending shivers. “My pleasure, mi reina.” His hands slid down my hips, gripping my ass roughly as he hoisted me upward. My legs wrapped around his waist without a second thought, locking me in place as he positioned himself at my entrance.

“Are you ready?” he breathed, the heat of his arousal infusing every syllable.

“Damn, Dante,” I gasped, my back arching into him as he teased my entrance with the swollen head of his massive, throbbing cock. “I can’t wait any longer.”

“So impatient, mi reina,” he purred, his voice dripping with desire before he plunged into me in one deep, relentless thrust.

White-hot pleasure ripped through me as if I were being cleaved in two - in the most delicious way imaginable. His thick, hard cock filled me to the core, making my toes curl and my vision blur. The wall beneath us vibrated with our frenzied movements, our ravenous moans reverberating off the walls. He was everywhere at once, inside and out, claiming every inch of me as his own.

“Dios mío,” he growled against my ear as our bodies collided feverishly. “It feels so fucking good the way your cunt clenches around my cock.”

I clung to him, my nails raking down his back as we lost ourselves in the age-old dance of pleasure and release. Dante’s muscular body pressed against mine, his skin slick with sweat as he moved within me. Each thrust sent waves of ecstasy coursing through my veins, and I couldn’t help but cry out, my voice mingling with his guttural moans.

“Eva,” he breathed, his lips brushing against my ear. “You’re incredible.”

I responded by capturing his mouth in a searing kiss, pouring all my passion and desire into the act. The world around us faded into nothingness, leaving only the two of us and the connection that transcended the physical realm. As we both came simultaneously, I knew that this was more than just sex; it was a merging of souls, a surrender to the magnetic pull that had drawn us together from the very beginning.

Afterward, as we lay tangled in each other’s arms, the familiar pang of guilt was nagging at me. My mission, my whole reason for being here, popped into my head. I was tasked with taking down the very guy who had just made me feel more alive than anyone else ever had. As Dante’s breathing steadied and his fingers trailed lazily on my back, I started questioning everything I thought I knew.

“What are you thinking about?” Dante said, his fingers still dancing along my spine.

I hesitated, unsure of how to put my thoughts into words. “I... I’m just trying to make sense of all this,” I admitted. “Of us.”

He propped himself up on one elbow, his blue eyes searching mine. “What do you mean?”

Could a man like Dante Reyes indeed be the monster I had been led to believe? Or was there more to him than his family’s criminal empire suggested?

I didn’t have the answers; truth be told, I wasn’t sure I wanted them. All I knew was that I was in much deeper than I ever intended.

“Nothing,” I said, forcing a smile. “Just basking in the moment.”

Dante grinned. “Then let’s keep basking.”

I snuggled closer, breathing in his scent. My lips brushed against his chest as I spoke, my voice a soft murmur. “I sure hope that got your mind off your Javier Cruz problems.”

The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them, and I felt Dante’s body go rigid beneath me. His fingers stilled on my skin, and I could sense the tension radiating from him.

Shit. Eva Morales wouldn’t know about Dante’s problems with Javier Cruz.

Dante’s hand slid up my back, his fingers tangling in my hair as he tilted my face to meet his gaze. His blue eyes were intense, searching mine for answers I wasn’t sure I could give. “I never told you about Javier Cruz, querida.” His voice had a dangerous edge to it.

“I- I overheard your phone call.” I fumbled for an explanation, hating the lie even as it tumbled out. “I just assumed.”

Dante’s touch on my skin raised gooseflesh. “People who assume, angel,” he whispered, quoting an old adage, “they make an ass out of u and me.” His eyes darkened as Dante moved his hand further down. “I’m afraid I’ll have to punish you now.”

I shivered as his hand cupped my ass. The words hung in the air, a mix of warning and desire, the look in his eyes promising a storm.

“Oh?” I purred, arching my back ever so slightly. “And how exactly do you plan on punishing me, Mr. Reyes?”

Dante’s grin was nothing short of wicked as he flipped me onto my stomach, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand while his other hand trailed down my back. “Let me show you,” he growled, his voice husky with need.

The first smack landed on my left cheek, a stinging sensation that bloomed into heat. A moan escaped my lips as Dante’s hand connected with my skin, again and again, alternating between my cheeks. Each smack was just enough to leave a tingle without crossing the line into painful territory. Somehow, he knew exactly how much I could take – and how much I secretly craved.

“You like that, huh?” he teased, running his fingers over the pinkening skin before delivering another playful smack.

“Mmm,” I moaned into the sheets, arching my hips back against him in invitation. “More.”

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