Page 17 of Dangerous Seduction

“You read my mind,” I growled, rising to my feet and offering her my hand.

Her fingers slid into mine, her grip firm and confident. This was happening – I was about to whisk this tantalizing creature away to one of the club’s private suites, where we could indulge in delicious pleasures, free from prying eyes and interruptions.

As we exited the lounge, I caught Giselle’s gaze, her eyes burning with jealous fury. Let her stew in her bitterness – tonight, I had no room for anyone but Eva in my world.

We approached the secluded hallway that led to the private suites, and I felt Eva’s hand tighten around mine, her body pressing against my side in a way that had me gritting my teeth against the surge of desire that threatened to overwhelm me.

“Where are you taking me, Dante?” she breathed, her voice a husky purr that went straight to my groin.

I leaned in close, my lips grazing the delicate shell of her ear. “Somewhere we can be alone,” I said, letting the promise hang heavy between us.

We finally made it to the door of the club’s most bougie love nest - the kind of place where rich fucks like me go to let their freak flag fly. I swiped us in and watched Eva’s reaction as we stepped into a porn director’s wet dream. Wall-to-wall velvet, plush furniture you could drown in, and right smack in the middle, a bed straight out of a brothel, with sheets so shiny you could see your reflection.

“So? What’s the verdict?” I inquired, my tone tinged with anticipation.

Eva’s eyes flashed, taking in the whole fuck-tastic setup. “I’m thinking,” she purred, her voice like honey, “this is the perfect spot to do some deep diving if you know what I mean.”

Next thing I know, she’s pressed up against me, all soft curves and scorching heat. Her fingers are doing a slow crawl up my chest, nails grazing my shirt, those come-fuck-me eyes locked on mine.

“Give me your all, Dante,” she whispered, so close I could almost taste her. “I want to see how deep your freak goes.”

I made this noise like a fucking animal and yanked her against me, attacking her mouth like I was dying of thirst and she was the last drop of water in the desert. Eva gave as good as she got, her hands fisting my hair as our tongues wrestled for dominance.

“Dante,” she panted, my name like a prayer and a curse all rolled into one, and fuck if it didn’t make me hard as a rock.

Tonight, I was going to fuck the hell out of this delicious woman.

NINE

NATALIA

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.

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