Page 44 of Dangerous Seduction

I leaned forward, my eyes never leaving his. “This isn’t a joke. Keep your hands and comments to yourself, or you’ll find out exactly what I’m capable of.”

A tense silence settled over the table, the atmosphere thick with hostility. Natalia touched my arm, a cool counterpoint to the rage boiling within me. “Let’s just enjoy our meal,” she said, her voice barely audible over the sound of my heartbeat thundering in my ears.

Allen scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “Jesus, Dante, lighten up. I didn’t realize you were so sensitive.”

Sofia interjected before I could respond, her voice shaky but firm. “Enough, both of you!”

Everybody was quiet all of a sudden, and my sister continued.

“Dante, I know you disapprove of Allen, but he’s my boyfriend, so will you behave for just one night? You too, Allen.”

Allen shrugged, draining the last of his wine before refilling. “Fine by me, honey, as long as your gangster brother can keep his gun in his pants.”

I was almost out of my seat and in Allen’s throat when, luckily, the waiter brought our food.

We all dug into the food, and as I sat there, watching Natalia and Sofia laugh and chat like they’d known each other since childhood, a part of me felt a twinge of... something. Jealousy? No, that wasn’t it. It was something else, something deeper and far more unsettling.

Just a few days ago, the sight of my sister smiling and genuinely enjoying herself with her new friend would have filled me with fucking joy. But, after uncovering who Eva’s truly was, it all changed.

The knowledge that everything about her was fake—her laughter, warmth, and apparent fondness for Sofia—itched under my skin like a goddamn parasite. There she was, playing the part of the perfect friend with such convincing ease that it made my blood boil.

Sofia was too trusting, too innocent to see through Natalia’s deception. She had no idea that the woman she was confiding in, the woman she had invited into our lives, was an enemy working to bring us down.

But I kept my mouth shut, plastering a smile on my face as I watched the charade unfold before my eyes. I played the part of the attentive boyfriend, the protective brother, all while my mind raced with plans and strategies.

Eva—Natalia—had no idea that I was onto her. As far as she knew, her cover was still intact, her secret still safe. And I intended to keep it that way, at least for the time being.

The more she trusted me, the deeper she dug her own grave. I would give her inaccurate information and lead her down a path of my own making, all while keeping a close eye on her every move.

I watched as she charmed the waitstaff, listened attentively to Sofia’s stories, and subtly deflected Allen’s misogynistic behavior and insults. She was good; I had to give her that. If I hadn’t discovered the truth about her, I would have been fooled into believing she was exactly who she claimed to be.

As the evening was winding down and the last dessert plates cleared away, the tension at the table had gone from my worst nightmare to something…almost not insufferable.

Natalia leaned in close. “It’s not exactly bedtime for me just yet,” she purred, her hand sliding along my thigh, her fingers tracing a teasing path sending a jolt of desire straight to my cock. “Maybe we could do something…”

I felt a slow, predatory grin spread across my face as I turned to meet her gaze. “Is that so?” I said, my hand covering hers, pressing her palm more firmly against the rapidly growing bulge in my pants. “And what exactly did you have in mind, querida?”

Her eyes sparkled, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her luscious lips. “Why don’t you take me back to your place, and I’ll show you?”

My cock twitched at her words as I imagined all the delicious ways I could make her scream my name tonight. Maybe add a bit of extra spice…as payback.

We said our goodbyes to Sofia and Allen, the latter of whom was still shooting me wary glances after our little confrontation earlier in the evening. But I didn’t give a fuck. All that mattered was getting Natalia alone to my place.

The drive back to South Beach was a blur of neon lights and throbbing bass, the city’s energy matching my own as I navigated the familiar streets with practiced ease. Natalia’s hand rested on my thigh, her touch a brand through the fabric of my pants.

We stepped into the private elevator that would take us up to my penthouse above Club Diablo, and I could feel the anticipation building, a tangible force that hummed in the air between us. Natalia stood beside me, her eyes locked onto mine, a silent promise of the pleasure that awaited us both.

The doors slid open, revealing my home’s opulent luxury. I watched Natalia’s face as she took in the sleek, modern decor, the floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the Miami skyline. But it was the bedroom that I was most eager to show her.

I led her through the penthouse, my hand at the small of her back, guiding her toward the room that held my most intimate secrets. The door swung open, and I watched her closely as she stepped inside, her eyes widening as she took in the sight before her.

The room was a testament to my darkest desires, a place where I could indulge in the taboo pleasures of dominance and submission, roleplaying, and bondage. The walls were lined with velvet-draped hooks, tools, and toys designed to bring my partners to the very edge of ecstasy. A massive four-poster bed dominated the center of the room, its posts equipped with sturdy restraints and its sheets a bright, enticing red.

Natalia turned to face me, her gaze filled with curiosity and desire. “So, this is where the real magic happens, huh?” she quipped, her voice a soft, sultry whisper that made my cock ache with need.

I stepped closer, crowding her against the wall, my hands on either side of her head. “You have no idea, my queen,” I growled, lowering my mouth to hers in a searing kiss that left no doubt about who was in control tonight.

I could feel her body yielding to mine, her breath hitching as I ground my hips against hers, letting her feel the full extent of my arousal. I wanted her to understand what she was getting herself into tonight.

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