Page 74 of Dangerous Seduction

Dante’s fierce grip on my hips sent a jolt through my core as he hoisted me up, my back slamming against the wall. I locked my legs around him, clinging to his neck as he plunged into me with one decisive stroke.

A guttural moan tore from my throat, my nails clawing into his shoulders as he stretched me to the limit, igniting every nerve with exquisite pleasure. Dante’s ragged breaths mingled with mine as he started to move, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pounded into me with reckless abandon.

“Dante,” I panted, our bodies crashing together with each relentless thrust, the water creating delicious friction. “Fuck me harder.”

He ramped up the intensity, his strokes turning desperate and demanding, our rhythm syncing in perfect carnal harmony as the steamy shower enveloped us. Ecstasy overtook me, my head lolling back as I teetered on the brink of oblivion.

“Surrender to it,” Dante commanded, his gravelly voice dripping with lust. “Come on my cock.”

An earth-shattering climax ripped through me, my body shuddering violently as I cried out his name like a prayer, clinging to him for dear life. Dante followed me over the edge, a deep groan reverberating in my ear as he spilled himself inside me, his thrusts slowing as he nestled his face into my neck.

For a moment, we stood there, locked in an embrace, our hearts pounding in time, our breath mingling with the steam that surrounded us. “Te amo,” he whispered, his lips brushing my shoulder.

I tightened my arms around him. “I love you too, Dante,” I said.

Reluctantly, we parted, the water growing cooler as the steam dissipated. I felt Dante’s gaze on me, his eyes dark and intense as he took in my flushed skin, his hands reaching out to brush a stray lock of wet hair behind my ear.

“So beautiful,” he whispered. “Especially with my mark on you.”

A slow smile curved my lips as I raised a hand to touch the spot on my throat where he had marked me, a silent brand that spoke of our connection, our undeniable bond. “I’m yours,” I said. “Always.”

I signaled the barista for another hit of caffeine, my gaze flicking to the clock. Four hours had crawled by since I’d planted myself here, a glorified statue, while Morrow was tucked away in the building across the way.

Just as I turned to head back to my table, there he was—Morrow, emerging from the building heading out. My coffee splashed onto the floor, forgotten, as I bolted from the cafe, my focus locked on reaching my car before Morrow vanished.

But as I approached, I let out a curse. “ Shit!” A parking boot was clamped onto my front wheel, courtesy of the city’s vigilant parking patrol. Seriously?

Salvation came in the form of a passing cab, and I waved it down with the frantic energy of someone on the brink.

Tumbling into the backseat, I didn’t waste a second. “Follow that car!” I thrust a finger toward Morrow’s retreating sedan, the command spilling from my lips in a rush of adrenaline.

The cab driver, a wiry man with a thick gray beard and a pair of aviator sunglasses, arched a bushy brow at me in the rearview mirror. “Which one, miss? There’s about a million of ‘em out there.”

I craned my neck, scanning the flow of traffic for Morrow’s black sedan. “The dark one, two blocks ahead. The one that’s about to turn onto 5th Avenue.”

With a grunt of acknowledgement, the cabbie slammed his foot down on the gas pedal, the taxi’s engine roaring to life as we lurched forward into the stream of oncoming traffic. Horns blared and brakes squealed as we wove through the chaos with a prowess that could only be described as masterful.

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” I asked, as I gripped the edge of the seat, my knuckles turning white.

The cabbie chuckled, his eyes never leaving the road. “You could say that, miss. I’ve been driving these streets for more years than I care to count. There ain’t a car in this city that can outrun me.”

I nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. “Good. Because the man we’re following? He might just lead us to the key to solving one of the biggest cases of my career.”

The cabbie’s eyes flicked to mine in the rearview mirror, a spark of curiosity lighting up his weathered face. “Is that so? Well, in that case, miss, you just sit back and let me do the driving.”

True to his word, the cabbie maneuvered through the streets and after a tense and twisting chase through the city, Morrow’s sedan finally came to a stop in front of an old office building nestled in the heart of downtown Miami. I watched as Morrow entered the building, disappearing from sight.

The cabbie pulled over a safe distance away, his eyes flicking to mine in the rearview mirror.

“This is your stop, miss,” he said. “You sure you wanna go in there?”

I nodded, my gaze fixed on the entrance of the building where Morrow had just disappeared. “I have to. It’s my job.”

The cabbie grunted, his lips pressing into a thin line as he studied me. “Well, in that case; when you’re done in there, I’ll be waiting right here for you.”

I thanked him, throwing a wad of cash onto the front seat before slipping out of the taxi and into the night. As I approached the building, I felt a chill, a sense of foreboding that permeated the very air around me.

The structure was an architectural relic from a bygone era, its brick facade and arched windows reminiscent of the film noir detective movies I had loved as a child.

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