Page 51 of Dangerous Seduction

Dante pulled me closer, his lips trailing kisses along my shoulder. “That was incredible,” he said, his voice husky. “You are one hell of a woman.”

I snuggled closer, my eyes drifting closed as I relished the feel of his arms around me and his body’s warmth against mine. “And you are one hell of a man, Dante Reyes,” I whispered, my voice soft and sleepy.

He chuckled, his breath tickling my skin. “Get some rest, mi reina. You’re going to need your strength for what’s to come.”

I felt the rumble of his words more than I heard them, his breath already evening out as he succumbed to sleep. But my mind continued to race, my thoughts swirling with the implications of what was to come.

The comfortable warmth of the bed and the steady rise and fall of Dante’s chest lulled me into a restless sleep, my dreams haunted by dark, shadowy figures and faceless enemies.

TWENTY-FOUR

DANTE

The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the aroma of sizzling bacon and eggs as I navigated my penthouse’s sleek, modern kitchen. The sun was just beginning to show, casting a warm, golden glow over South Beach. It was a view that never got old, a constant reminder of the empire my father had built from the ground up.

But this morning, my thoughts weren’t on business or the cartel. They were on her—Eva, or rather, Natalia. Last night had been... unexpected.

The memory of her naked body, the way she had surrendered to me in the playroom, sent a jolt of lust coursing through me. I adjusted the waistband of my low-slung sweatpants, willing my cock to behave. There would be time for round two later. Right now, I had breakfast to prepare.

I was just plating the food when I heard the soft pad of footsteps against the marble floor. I turned to see Natalia emerging from the bedroom, her long, dark hair cascading over her shoulders in a tousled, just-fucked mess that made my dick twitch with interest. She was wearing one of my dress shirts, the fabric hanging loosely on her frame, and the sight of her in my clothes did something dangerous to my insides.

“Good morning,” she said, her voice soft and sleepy as she approached me with a shy smile. I could tell she was still trying to reconcile the man she thought she knew with the one who had taken her to the edge of pleasure and pain.

“Morning, mi reina,” I said, my voice gruff with a mixture of desire and something else, something that felt suspiciously like tenderness. “I hope you’re hungry.”

Her eyes flicked to the plates of food on the counter, and she nodded, her smile widening as she sat at the breakfast bar. “Starving, actually. You didn’t have to go to all this trouble, though.”

I shrugged, pouring her a cup of coffee just as she liked it—black, no sugar. “It’s no trouble at all. Besides, I figured you might need some fuel after last night.”

Her face turned beet red when I brought up last night’s raunchy romp, and I felt like a smug motherfucker knowing I was the one who made that sexy vixen blush.

We flirted shamelessly over breakfast, cracking jokes. It was a rare glimpse of a goofy side that I usually kept under lock and key. But with Natalia, it was different. She never judged me or talked down to me. She was the perfect woman for me.

Too bad it was all a fucking lie.

My thoughts were interrupted by a sharp knock at the door. I frowned, glancing at the clock on the wall. It was early for unexpected visitors, especially ones who didn’t bother to call first. Natalia’s eyes flicked toward the door, and I could see the wheels turning behind those dark orbs.

“I’ll get it,” I said, setting down my coffee mug, my muscles tensing as I moved towards the door.

I pulled it open to find my sister standing in the hallway, her usual carefree expression replaced by a deep crease between her brows, and her eyes searched my face for reassurance. I felt a surge of protectiveness, an instinctive need to shield her from whatever had her on edge. “Sofia? What’s wrong?”

“Dante,” she breathed, eyes darting past me to Natalia, who watched us from the kitchen. “Thank God you’re home. I must talk to you.”

I guided her inside, closing the door behind her. “Everything okay?”

Sofia took a deep breath, her shoulders rising and falling with the action. “I think I was wrong about Allen.”

“What do you mean?” My protective instincts kicked into overdrive at the mention of her boyfriend. “Did he do something?”

She shook her head, eyes darting nervously between Natalia and me. “No, not exactly. But last night, he asked me all these questions about Dad and the family, and it felt... weird.”

My jaw clenched at the mention of my father and the cartel, and I felt Natalia’s gaze on me, sharp and assessing. “What kind of questions?” I asked, doing my best to keep my voice casual.

“He was asking about our family history, our businesses, and Dad’s associates,” Sofia explained, her eyes wide with concern. “I tried to brush it off, but he kept pressing like he was digging for something.”

“The guy is a dick, always has been,” I growled, more pissed off than I cared to admit. “Don’t worry, I’ll find out his deal, okay?”

Sofia relaxed a little, relief flooding her features. “You think he could be hiding something?”

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