Page 49 of Dangerous Seduction

“Buckle up, baby, because tonight’s gonna be one wild ride,” I said, flashing a grin as I pulled my sleek ride up to Club Salsa Fuego, the hottest spot in South Beach. “Forget those lame-ass clubs packed with ‘roided out douchebags and dry humping plastic bimbos.”

Natalia raised an elegant eyebrow, her full lips twisting into a mysterious smile as she surveyed the club’s exterior. Lights illuminated the vibrant red façade, pulsing to the rhythm of a sensuous salsa melody that drifted through the open doors. “And what will I find here, Dante?”

I stepped out of the Maserati, my eyes never leaving hers, and opened the passenger door for her. “A real taste of Latin flavor, mi reina. Are you ready to show me your moves?”

She took my hand, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through my body as she gracefully exited the car. Her emerald dress hugged her curves in all the right places, and her hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders, enhancing her exotic beauty. My dick twitched in anticipation as I imagined those dark locks cascading over my pillow later tonight.

As we approached the entrance, the bouncer gave us a nod of recognition and stepped aside, letting us bypass the eager crowd waiting to get in. I felt Natalia’s hand tighten in mine as we stepped into the club’s dazzling lights and swirling colors.

The energy was electric, with vibrant salsa beats thumping through the speakers, moving bodies in perfect harmony. I led Natalia through the crowd, eager for what was to come.

I recognized a familiar waiter from my frequent visits. He caught my eye and gave a subtle nod, leading us to a secluded booth at the back. I knew this would be the perfect place for my plans.

“Would you like a drink?” I asked, sliding into the booth.

“A mojito, please,” Natalia said, her eyes sparkling.

I ordered two mojitos and leaned back, taking in the lively atmosphere. “Are you ready to dance, Eva?” I asked, reaching for her hand across the table.

She gave my hand a gentle squeeze. “I’d love to, Dante, but it’s been a long time since I danced salsa.”

The waiter returned with our drinks, and I took a refreshing sip before setting the glass back on the table. “In that case, let’s warm up with a slower song. I wouldn’t want to lead you into a fast-paced dance and have you realize I’ve lost my rhythm.”

Natalia laughed, her eyes dancing with mischief. “I have a feeling you haven’t lost your touch, Dante.”

The music shifted to a slower, more romantic salsa tune, setting the perfect tone for our dance. I placed my hand on the small of her back, feeling her body mold to mine as we stepped onto the dance floor.

I guided Natalia through the basic steps, our bodies moving in perfect harmony with the rhythm. Despite her claimed rustiness, she followed my lead with fluid grace, her hips swaying seductively to the music.

The initial apprehension faded as we surrendered to the music, our steps growing more confident, our movements more daring. Our gazes locked, our eyes never wavering as we danced, the electricity between us crackling like the candles flickering on the nearby tables.

As the DJ played an up-tempo salsa song next, I spun Natalia gracefully, her dress floating around her like an emerald cloud. Near the song’s end, I pulled her close, our bodies moving in sync with the frantic rhythm. On the song’s final note, I dipped her, eliciting a gasp from her lips. I brought her back up, and our mouths collided in a passionate kiss fueled by the adrenaline of the dance.

The crowd erupted in applause and whistles, but I barely heard them. All I felt was the heat of Natalia’s body against mine, the taste of her lips on mine. She melted against me, her hands roaming my back as our kiss deepened, hot and urgent.

Breaking away, breathless and flushed, I said in her ear, “Let’s get out of here, mi reina. The night is still young, and I suspect it’s about to get even hotter.”

With a secret smile, Natalia took my hand, and we made our way through the cheering crowd, our steps never losing the salsa rhythm. I opened the door of the Maserati for her, and she slid inside, her scent lingering in the air as I walked around to the driver’s side.

The engine roared to life, and my mind was already spinning with the erotic possibilities that awaited us.

That dance was just the beginning.

TWENTY-THREE

NATALIA

The salsa rhythms still ran through my body, perfectly syncing with my racing heart as Dante practically dragged me into his swanky penthouse. There was something wild and feral in his eyes, a hunger he could barely control. It set every nerve ending in my body on fire with a heady mix of “fuck yes” and “oh shit.”

We crashed through the front door, and Dante was on me in a flash, his mouth devouring mine like a man possessed. His hands groped me with a crazed urgency that was equal parts hot as hell and mildly terrifying. I could feel his rock-hard cock pressing into my hip as we stumbled toward Dante’s kinky playroom, and a delicious shiver of anticipation raced through me.

Still, I couldn’t shake the sadness that clung to me like an octopus wrapping its tentacles around my heart. This was our last time. After tonight, nothing would be the same. And, damn it, I had fallen hard for Dante Reyes. It wasn’t supposed to happen. He was the target, a means to an end. But somewhere along the way, he had become so much more.

I forced the melancholy from my mind, steeling my resolve. This was for Matt. I owed it to him and to his poor mother, who had spoken so highly of me at the funeral, to see this through to the end. Ricardo Reyes had to pay for the lives he had destroyed, and this was the only way.

But that didn’t mean I couldn’t give Dante one last night he would never forget. I would burn every moment into my memory, savoring the heat and passion that had consumed me during this undercover op.

“Mi reina, what’s wrong?” Dante asked, his eyes searching my face as we entered the dimly lit playroom. “You’re trembling.”

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