Page 45 of Dangerous Seduction

With a swift, decisive movement, I reached for the zipper of her dress, dragging it down and peeling the fabric away from her body, revealing the black lace lingerie beneath. She was a vision of hot temptation, her curves on full display, and I couldn’t wait to explore every inch of her.

I led her to the bed, my hands at her waist as I lifted her onto the mattress, watching as she sank into the plush duvet, her dark hair fanning out around her head like a halo. I reached for the restraints, my fingers deftly securing her wrists and ankles, spreading her wide for my pleasure.

Natalia tugged at the restraints, a thrill of excitement flashing in her eyes as she tested her bonds. “What’s the matter, querida?” I teased, my hands skimming over her body, my touch light and teasing. “Feeling a little... bound?”

She bit her lip, her gaze locked onto mine as she gave another experimental tug. “Maybe I like it,” she said, her voice breathy.

I chuckled darkly, my fingers tracing the delicate lace of her bra, my thumbs circling her hardened nipples through the fabric. “Oh, I have a feeling you’re going to like this a lot,” I promised, reaching into a nearby drawer and withdrawing a long, slender feather.

Natalia’s eyes widened as I trailed the feather along her skin, starting at her collarbone and slowly working my way down, watching goosebumps erupt. I took my time, exploring every dip and curve of her body, reveling in the way her breath caught each time the feather grazed her sensitive flesh.

By the time I reached the waistband of her panties, she was practically squirming on the bed, her body arching towards my touch, her cheeks flushed with arousal. I could see the need in her eyes, the desperate plea for her release that she barely managed to contain.

But I wasn’t done with Natalia yet. Not by a long shot.

I set the feather aside and reached for a silk blindfold, watching her face as I covered her eyes, plunging her into darkness. “Do you trust me, Eva?” I said as I leaned in close, my lips brushing against her ear.

She nodded, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she awaited my next move. I reached for another toy, a small, buzzing bullet vibrator that I knew would drive her wild. I pressed it against the thin fabric of her panties, grinning as she bucked against the sudden sensation.

“Dante, please,” she moaned, her voice laced with need. “I need you inside me.”

“Patience, mi reina.” I silenced her with a kiss, my tongue delving into her mouth as I continued to tease her with the vibrator, my fingers deftly slipping beneath the side of her panties to stroke her slick, wet folds. She was soaked, her body practically vibrating with need, and I couldn’t resist the urge to taste her.

I kissed down her body, my lips and tongue leaving a wet, tingling trail in their wake as I settled between her legs, my hands gripping her hips as I pulled her towards me. Pushing her panties aside, I buried my face in her pussy. I lapped at her, my tongue circling her clit, my teeth grazing the sensitive bud as I drove her higher and higher until she was teetering on the edge, her entire body trembling with the force of her impending orgasm.

And then, just when she was about to come, I pulled back, denying her the release she so desperately craved. She whimpered in frustration, her body arching off the bed, but I was merciless, my fingers and tongue working in tandem to keep her hovering on the brink of ecstasy without letting her fall over the edge.

“Please, Dante,” she begged, her voice a hoarse, desperate whisper. “I need to come.”

I chuckled darkly, my lips and chin glistening with her arousal. “And you will,” I assured her, my voice a low, seductive purr. “But not until I say so.”

I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her slick, wet heat. I looked down at her, my gaze raking over her bound, blindfolded form, and I felt a surge of raw, primal lust.

“Are you ready for me, Eva?” I growled, my hands gripping her hips as I prepared to thrust inside her.

She nodded, her lips parting on a silent moan as I pushed forward, filling her in one long, slow stroke. She felt like heaven, her tight, wet pussy gripping me like a fist, and I knew I wouldn’t last long.

I set a punishing rhythm, driving into her again and again, each thrust more forceful than the last, my hips slamming against hers as I fucked her with all the pent-up frustration and anger that had been building since I discovered her real identity. I could feel her muscles tightening around me, her body coiling like a spring as she neared the precipice again.

“Come for me, Eva,” I commanded, my voice a harsh, guttural rasp as I reached between us, pressing the vibrator against her clit once more. “Let go, mi reina. I want to feel you come undone. Hear you scream my name.”

At my words, she shattered, her entire body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her, her pussy clamping down around my cock as she cried out my name, her voice echoing off the walls of the bedroom. I followed her over the edge, my orgasm barreling through me like a freight train, my body shuddering with the force of my release.

For a long moment, we lay there, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths ragged and uneven. I reached up, removing the blindfold and releasing Natalia from the restraints, my hands gently massaging her wrists and ankles as I brought her back down to earth.

Playing the role of the perfect boyfriend, I rolled onto my side, pulling her into my arms. Her body fit perfectly against mine as I pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “You are incredible, Eva,” I said, my voice filled with admiration and a hint of something more, something deeper.

She snuggled closer, her hand resting over my heart as she looked up at me, her eyes shining with satisfaction and affection. “You’re not so bad yourself, Dante Reyes,” she said, her voice soft and sleepy as she drifted off to sleep in my arms.

I held her as she slept, keenly aware I was flirting with disaster. I kept reminding myself that Eva—or Natalia—was a DEA agent, a woman who’d wormed her way into my world with a false identity, no doubt collecting dirt to topple my family’s empire.

Make no mistake. I’d neutralize the threat, likely torpedoing her career and future in the process.

Yet, gazing at her now, raven locks cascaded over the pillow, lips parted in a breathy sigh, part of me almost pitied her. Could there be more to her than this undercover ruse? Buried beneath the lies, was there a chance at something genuine between us? Some naive shred of me almost dared to hope.

TWENTY-ONE

NATALIA

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