9. Natalia
NINE
I had Dante Reyes right where I wanted him. Literally, under me.
Within seconds, I ripped off his shirt, buttons flying everywhere, and I ran my fingers along his sculpted abs, my lips hovering over a tattoo—a serpent coiled around a sword. His body was a work of art, every muscle perfectly defined under a layer of ink.
The last time I’d been in such close quarters with this man, I’d felt the cold steel of his gun against the back of my head. Now, I was feeling an entirely different kind of gun, and this time—I hoped he would blow my mind.
I slid my tongue out, tasting the salty warmth of his skin, and he jerked beneath me, a deep, primal sound rumbling in his chest. His hands gripped my hips, his touch possessive. Desire pooled low in my belly as my thighs moved up and straddled his waist, my fingers tangling in his dark gold hair.
How he looked at me—intensity and need burning in those electric blue eyes—sent a thrill through me. I knew Dante would be easy to seduce, but I hadn’t anticipated our raw, unchecked hunger. It was like our bodies had their own language, speaking in whispers and moans, each touch and taste unlocking a new level of pleasure.
“Fuck, Eva,” he ground out, his hips arching off the bed. “You’re killing me.”
I gave him a sly smile, my fingers tracing the contours of his chest. “Hopefully not yet, babe. The night is young. We’ve only just begun.”
He chuckled and hauled me against him, his mouth crushing mine in a hungry kiss. Our lips and tongues dueled, tasting, exploring, fueling the fire burning between us. His hand slid down my back, palms branding my skin through the thin fabric of my dress, until he gripped the curve of my ass, pulling me tighter against his straining erection through his pants.
“God, I need to be inside you,” he growled, his voice raw and hoarse.
I shivered at his words, a pulse of longing deep within me. “Then take me,” I whispered, my breath hitching as he rolled us over, his body pressing me into the plush mattress. “Take all of me.”
His eyes blazed as he helped me from the bed, his hands trailing over my body with a reverence that belied the ruthless nature I knew lay beneath the surface. I bit my lip as he kissed his way down my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin, leaving marks that would remind me of this night for days to come.
His fingers found the zipper at the back of my dress and slowly pulled it down, baring my back inch by inch. Goosebumps prickled along my spine, desire coursing through my veins like lightning. When the zipper reached the small of my back, he paused, his breath warm against my neck.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Eva,” he whispered.
I felt beautiful. Dante made me feel like the most desirable woman on the planet. An ache pulsed between my legs, an urgent need that demanded to be satisfied. I arched my back, silently encouraging him to continue.
Dante pulled my dress down with a delicate touch, unveiling the provocative lingerie I had meticulously selected for this moment. The red silk and jet-black lace accentuated my figure, showcasing my assets in a manner designed to make any man lose control. Dante was no exception, his eyes devouring every inch of my body with unrestrained desire as we tumbled back onto the bed, with him now pinning me beneath his muscular frame.
He savored every curve, his rough hands exploring my sensitive skin, his mouth igniting a blaze of passion with each kiss. Dante worked his way down my quivering body, teasing my belly button with his tongue until I writhed and laughed.
“Tickles,” I gasped, my hands twisting in the sheets.
“Wait until I get lower,” he said against my skin, his voice a sinful promise. “That’s when the real fun begins.”
His teasing lips trailed down, skating over my hips and the soft skin of my inner thighs. My breath quickened, my heartbeat thundering as anticipation curled in my belly when he gently removed my lingerie. Dante’s hands slid up my thighs, pushing them apart and exposing the core of me to his intimate exploration.
“God, Eva,” he groaned, his breath hot against my skin. “I’m dying to taste you.”
His words sent a shiver through me, but I couldn’t deny the thrill that coursed through me at the thought of being desired by him. I knew this was wrong on many levels, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.
The second his tongue found my clit, I cried out, my back arching off the bed. Pleasure shot through me like lightning, and I tangled my hands in his hair, urging him closer and wanting more.
“Dante,” I gasped, my head tossing from side to side. “Oh God...”
His name fell from my lips, a plea for him to keep doing what he was doing, to drive me out of my mind with pleasure. That’s when I felt two fingers slide into my pussy.
“Holy fuck,” I moaned, my hips bucking against his face. “You’re gonna make me lose my fucking mind!” My pussy clenched around his invading fingers, my walls spasming as he teased my clit with his devilish tongue. His thumb found that spot, that magical spot that made me see stars, and I couldn’t hold back a high-pitched moan that would’ve embarrassed me any other time. But right then, right fucking then, all I cared about was the pleasure he was dishing out like a goddamn pro.
“That’s it, Eva,” he said against my skin, his voice thick and husky. “Let me hear your fucking screams, baby.”
His words pushed me over the edge, and I cried out, my body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. I felt Dante’s mouth on me again, his tongue laving and tasting, drawing out my climax until I thought I’d go mad.
Finally, I collapsed back against the bed, my limbs like jelly, my breath coming in harsh pants. Dante kissed his way up my body, his hands exploring, his touch gentle but possessive. I couldn’t stop touching him, running my hands over his chest, shoulders, and arms.
He captured my mouth in a deep, possessive kiss, his tongue dueling with mine. I could taste myself on him, and it only fueled the desire simmering between us. My hands found the button of his slacks, and with nimble fingers, I worked it open, eager to feel what was underneath.
He groaned into my mouth as I slid my hand inside, grasping his cock, feeling his arousal throbbing in my hand. I ran my thumb over the tip, and he shuddered, a primal sound rumbling in his chest.
“Let me get a condom,” he managed to gasp, his eyes hooded with lust.
I smiled, my fingers tightening around him. “Better hurry.”
He rolled off me, rummaging through the drawer until he found what he sought. I watched as he ripped open the packet with his teeth, hissing out a curse as he struggled to roll it on.
“Here, let me help,” I said, reaching for the condom.
I rolled it into place, my hand stroking him slowly, enjoying the feel of his rock-hard cock. He sucked in a harsh breath at my touch, his eyes closing. When he opened them again, the raw need burning in his gaze sent a thrill through me.
Dante moved on top of me, his body heavy and possessive. I ran my palms over his sculpted back, relishing the feel of his skin, the power in his body.
“Last chance to back out, Eva,” he growled, his voice thick and raw. “You sure you’re ready for this?”
“Yes,” I breathed, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “Take me, Dante.”
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, his hips thrusting forward, filling me in one smooth stroke.
I cried out at the overwhelming sensation, my nails digging into his shoulders. He felt impossibly large, stretching me wide as he filled me completely. Dante’s eyes bore into mine as he started to move, his thick cock gliding in and out of my dripping pussy with deep, sensual strokes that had me ready to climb the fucking walls. He stared at me intensely, as if he was trying to sear this moment into his brain forever.
His pace picked up, hips slamming into me faster and harder, chasing that sweet release. I matched his rhythm, fingers clawing at his back, spurring him on. The pleasure was building again, a live wire of electricity shooting through my body that had me biting back screams.
Dante’s hot breath tickled my ear as he panted, his voice a feral growl. “Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around my cock. So tight and wet for me,” he rasped, his words dripping with lust and depravity. “I’m going to make you come so hard, mi amor. Going to fuck this sweet pussy until you’re screaming my name.”
His filthy promises set my body ablaze with desire, every nerve-ending sparking to life. I could feel the coil of pleasure winding tighter in my core, my inner walls fluttering around his thick length as he drove into me again and again. “Yes, Dante,” I moaned, my nails raking down his sweat-slicked back. “Don’t stop. I need to come on your cock. Please...”
Dante’s hips bucked as he emptied his load inside the condom, the sensation enhancing my release.
I felt his hot breath washing over my neck, and for a second, we just stayed there, joined as one, panting in the dimly lit room.
Slowly, Dante pulled out of me, his eyes dark and intense as he reached to brush a stray lock of hair from my face tenderly. His thumb traced the curve of my jaw, his touch gentle despite the evidence of his raw need still pulsing between his legs.
“That was...” He trailed off as if searching for the right words, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Incredible,” I finished for him, my voice husky. “Better than I could’ve ever imagined.”
A slow, sinful smile curved his lips, his eyes lit with a dangerous heat. “We’re not done yet, Eva. I plan to make you come so often that you’ll lose count.”
I shivered at his words, my body already responding to the promise in his eyes. I’d gone into this mission dreading the idea of intimacy with my enemy, but somehow, Dante had made it feel like anything but.