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“It’s fine,” she breathed, her face looking so damn sexy. “I’m on the pill, and I’m clean. And I need to feel all of you inside me, Dante.”

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Me too.”

With her words, I couldn’t hold back any longer. My cock, painfully hard, sank into her tightness, her heat clenching around me like a wet, hot fist. She felt so damn good, like a glove, like I had been made for this very moment, for her.

My dick slammed into Eva’s drenched pussy with the relentless pace of a jackhammer, our hips crashing in a wild tango of lust. She raked her nails down my back with the ferocity of a she-devil, marking her territory in a way that made me smirk for the coming bruises.

With each punishing thrust, the ecstasy coiled tighter in my balls, driving us both to the brink of insanity. I could feel her pussy flutter and grip around my cock, teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

“Give it to me, you ravenous nymph,” I panted against her lips. “Cream all over this dick.”

Eva let out an earth-shattering cry, her orgasm erupting like a volcano, her pussy convulsing and wringing every last drop of pleasure from me. Her climax hurled me into the stratosphere, and I drove myself to the hilt, unleashing a torrent of scorching cum into her depths with a growl.

We collapsed together in a sweaty, satisfied heap, panting like we’d just run a marathon. I rolled off and pulled her limp body against me, her head lolling on my chest as we caught our breath, totally spent.

I should’ve felt like a real shithead for being so goddamn reckless, but with Eva snuggled up against me, I was too fucking content to care. Holding her just felt...right, in a way nothing had for a long-ass time.

As the moonlight was creeping in, Eva was fast asleep, and it hit me - I was in some deep shit. Deeper than ever before. But, for once, I wasn’t even sure I wanted to claw my way out. Except, tonight, I better not get caught here in her room.

I slipped out of her bed, tiptoeing like a ninja to avoid waking sleeping beauty. I threw my clothes on and snuck one last peek at Eva before escaping.

Thoughts and feelings swirled in my head as I crept back to my room, all jumbled up. I’d always been a stone-cold badass, emotions on lockdown. But this chick...she’d gotten under my skin, stirred up parts of me I never knew I had.

Damn.

FIFTEEN

NATALIA

My eyes flew open, and I jerked upright, kicking the sheets off my legs in panic as the remnants of a vivid dream clung to the edges of my consciousness. For a fleeting moment, I was disoriented, the unfamiliar surroundings confusing me. But then, like a tidal wave crashing over me, the memories of yesterday came rushing back–the lavish dinner where I came face-to-face with the formidable Ricardo Reyes himself. And, of course, the late-night visit from Dante.

I recalled how Dante looked at me, his mouth on mine, his hands on my body, and then his lips trailed fire across my skin. His magnificent cock inside me.

Last night was anything but pretending. It was so real, so powerfully vivid, that I lost myself entirely in the experience.

But that’s all it was – a fantasy, a carefully constructed illusion.

I untangled myself from the sheets, bare feet hitting the carpet.

After a quick shower, I dressed in a simple sundress and sandals, determined to make the most of my time in the mansion. Every room, nook, and cranny was a potential goldmine of information.

As I wandered out to the hallway, voices drifted up from below. Curious, I followed the sound to a massive library where Sofia and her mom chatted animatedly. They smiled as I entered.

“Eva, you’re up!” Sofia jumped up to greet me. “We’re planning the day. Have you ever ridden horses?”

“Horseback riding?” I said, masking my surprise. Of all the ritzy activities I expected at the Reyes estate, saddling up hadn’t crossed my mind.

Sofia was excited. “Yes! It’s one of my favorite things to do here. The trails wind through gorgeous scenery. And the stables are divine – you’ll adore the horses!”

I forced a laugh, faking a self-deprecating smile. “Oh gosh, I don’t know about that,” I waved dismissively. “I’m no rider, really. More of a city girl.”

Not a total lie – Eva Morales belonged among Manhattan’s glitzy skyscrapers, not on a horse. But truthfully, I’d grown up riding, spending countless hours in the saddle on my dad’s Texas ranch.

From the moment I could walk, Daddy had me on a pony, teaching me the land’s ways and the value of hard work.

But that history had no place in Eva’s meticulous backstory, so I buried those memories and focused on maintaining my cover.

“Nonsense!” Sofia exclaimed, waving away my protests with a flick of her wrist. “It’ll be fun, I promise.”

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