17. Natalia
SEVENTEEN
My jaw was aching after giving Dante the hottest blowjob ever, but as his mouth trailed hot kisses down my neck, sending electric shocks to my throbbing core, I couldn’t give a damn about a bit of jaw pain.
I arched into him, my hands clawing at his hair, silently begging for more. His fingers found my zipper in my back, dragging it down with a maddening slowness that had me whimpering like a bitch in heat. My dress fell to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my skimpy lingerie and fuck-me heels.
“Goddamn, you’re a masterpiece,” he growled, his eyes raking over me like he wanted to devour me whole. The raw, animalistic hunger in his gaze made me feel like the sexiest woman alive. I grabbed him, ripping at his shirt, desperate to feel his bare skin against mine. He let out a low, rumbling chuckle that vibrated through my entire being and obliged, revealing the chiseled planes of his chest and abs.
Dante’s hands were like fire on my skin, sending shivers of need racing through me as he expertly undressed me. His lips trailed a path down my neck, his teeth nipping at my sensitive flesh, and I arched into him, moaning his name. This man had a hold on me, and I couldn’t escape. Frankly, I didn’t want to.
He effortlessly pinned me against the wall, my bra dangling from one finger like a trophy. Fuck me, this guy’s got some hidden magic talent!
With each flick of his tongue, Dante’s lips danced over my hard nipples. I damn near blacked out and would’ve slid to the floor in a quivering puddle if it weren’t for his vice-like grip.
“Dante, I want your cock!” I panted, digging my nails into those rock-hard shoulders of his. A dark, dangerous chuckle escaped his lips, and he just smirked.
“All in good time, sweetheart,” he growled, then did the unthinkable. He dropped to his knees, yanking down my panties with one swift motion.
“First, I have to return your little favor,” he said, and before I could even form a witty comeback, his warm, wet mouth was on me, lapping at my folds like a man possessed.
“Fuck, Dante, you animal!” I screamed, my back arching against the wall. He was like a goddamn sex-crazed lion, and I was his juicy piece of prey.
“Do you like that, kitten?” he purred, grazing his teeth against my swollen clit.
“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.”
Dante chuckled darkly before obliging me, upping the intensity just enough to leave me gasping. Heat pooled between my thighs as he continued to spank and caress me in equal measure, driving me closer to the edge with each swat of his hand on my sensitive flesh.
“You’re so wet for this,” he growled.
“God, Dante,” I panted, my hips grinding against the mattress as the heat between my legs grew more insistent with each smack. “I... I can’t... I’m so close.”
His hand stilled for a moment, his breath hot in my ear. “Tell me what you want, Eva.”
“I want... I want you,” I moaned, my cheeks flushing as I admitted my desire for him.
With a growl of approval, Dante’s hand slid between my thighs, his fingers finding the slick folds of my pussy. He teased me mercilessly, circling around my clit before dipping a finger inside me just enough to make me whimper.
“Say it again,” he demanded, his voice rough with need. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You,” I gasped out. “I’m yours, Dante.”
That was all it took. With a groan of satisfaction, Dante plunged two fingers inside me while his other hand continued to spank and caress my ass in time with his thrusts. The sensations were almost too much to bear as the pleasure built within me like a tidal wave crashing onto the shore.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his breathing ragged in my ear. “Come for me, mi reina.”
The orgasm hit me as I cried out Dante’s name into the pillow below me. My entire body shook with the force of it as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me.
As the intensity of my release subsided, Dante wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closer to his chest as he nuzzled my neck with his nose. “Mmm... Mi carino,” he mumbled sleepily in my ear, his even breathing soon filling the room.
I lay there for a moment, my heart still pounding as I processed the night’s events. Javier Cruz, the spanking, and now here we were – tangled together in a mess of sheets and each other’s limbs. A small smile crept onto my lips as I traced the tattoos on Dante’s bicep absently. How had my life come to this?
Slowly, exhaustion crept up on me, too, lulling me into a hazy state between wakefulness and sleep. My last thought before drifting off was how much I hated myself for loving this life – the danger, the adrenaline rushes, and most of all... him.
I woke up with a start. For a moment, I was unsure of my surroundings. Then the memories of the previous night came rushing back – the heated passion, the tangled sheets, Dante’s body against mine—my sore ass.
I rolled over, expecting to find him beside me, but the space was empty, the sheets cool to the touch. It was Sunday morning, and despite it still being the weekend, he must have slipped out early, no doubt attending to the myriad responsibilities of running a criminal empire. Those kinds of people don’t take time off.
I snuck out of his room, my bare feet silent against the plush carpet of the hallway as I made my way to the guest room. Once inside, I locked the door behind me and quickly showered. My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, but I pushed those thoughts aside. I couldn’t afford to dwell on them now.
I dressed in comfortable travel clothes, a casual sundress and sandals. With my suitcase in hand, I took one last look around the opulent guest room and headed downstairs to bid farewell to the Reyes family.
Sofia was already up, and the sight of her with her coffee cup paused midway to her lips would have been comical under different circumstances. Her disappointment at my imminent departure was clear, her eyes wide and mournful like a kicked puppy.
“You can’t leave so soon,” she protested, pouting as she returned her cup to the saucer. “We haven’t even had a chance to plan our next girls’ day out.”
I offered her a small, apologetic smile as I sat opposite her at the breakfast bar. “I’m sorry, Sofia,” I said, my tone sincere. “Work calls.”
She sighed dramatically but nodded in understanding. “I get it, duty and all that,” she said, her playful smile returning. “But promise we’ll get together this week, Eva.”
“It’s a date,” I assured her, mirroring her smile. “I’ll text you as soon as I’m back in the city.”
With a last round of hugs and well-wishes from Sofia, I found myself back in my car, the Reyes estate receding in my rearview mirror as I drove back to Miami. The further away I got, the tighter the knot of anxiety in my stomach grew.
I couldn’t stop replaying the scene from last night, Dante’s piercing gaze as he questioned my knowledge of Javier Cruz. I had managed to deflect his suspicion—for now—but deep down, I knew the clock was ticking on my cover.
It was past noon when I unlocked the door to Eva’s apartment. I dropped my bag and fired up my laptop, taking a deep breath as the secure video link established our connection.
“Ramirez,” Agent Morrow’s gruff voice greeted me, his grizzled face filling the screen with its usual stern look on his face. “How’d it go?”
The debriefing was thorough as I relayed the details of my weekend at the Reyes compound. I outlined the layout of the house, the security measures, and the interactions between Dante and his family, painting a vivid picture for my handler.
But the sensitive information I had uncovered in Ricardo’s study had Morrow sitting up a little straighter in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he processed the gravity of my discovery. “A shame you got interrupted before you could photograph it all, but you did good, Natalia,” he said, giving me a curt nod of approval.
As I sent the photos through our secure server, Morrow’s eyes roamed over the documents I had managed to capture in Ricardo’s office.
“What do they mean?” I asked, leaning forward in anticipation. “Can they help us bring down their operation?”
He held up a hand, his gaze still locked onto the screen as he navigated through the images, his brow furrowing in concentration. “These are promising,” he said, his tone carefully measured. “But it’s not enough yet. We need more concrete evidence. This is a good start, though.”
“And what if my cover gets blown before I find that proof? What if Dante...?”
Morrow’s gaze snapped up to meet mine, the hardened edge in his eyes softening just enough to offer me a crumb of reassurance. “You’re a good agent, Natalia,” he said firmly, his voice steady and confident. “You’re smart, resourceful, and most importantly, you’ve got instincts that money can’t buy.”
He paused, his gaze never wavering from mine. “You’ve got a good thing going with Eva’s character. It’s believable, it’s alluring, and it’s got Dante’s attention. Keep that up, and keep him close. Just remember?—”
“Don’t get too close,” I finished for him with a weary sigh, repeating the mantra that had been drilled into me since day one of my training. But it was easier said than done, especially when dealing with Dante Reyes.
Morrow nodded, giving me a stern look of warning. “Exactly. Keep your head on straight, and keep us in the loop with anything—and I mean anything—that could be even remotely useful. If you feel like things are getting too hot, pull back and regroup.”
I nodded in understanding as I thought about the implications of this latest development. “Yes, sir. I won’t let you down.”
After that, the conversation shifted to more mundane matters - updates on the team, check-ins on my safety and well-being, and reminders of protocol and procedure.
As the video link went dark, I slumped back in my chair, releasing a slow, steadying breath. The path ahead was fraught with danger, pitfalls, and temptations at every turn.
But at least my cover was still safe.