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I felt his hot breath washing over my neck, and for a second, we just stayed there, joined as one, panting in the dimly lit room.

Slowly, Dante pulled out of me, his eyes dark and intense as he reached to brush a stray lock of hair from my face tenderly. His thumb traced the curve of my jaw, his touch gentle despite the evidence of his raw need still pulsing between his legs.

“That was...” He trailed off as if searching for the right words, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Incredible,” I finished for him, my voice husky. “Better than I could’ve ever imagined.”

A slow, sinful smile curved his lips, his eyes lit with a dangerous heat. “We’re not done yet, Eva. I plan to make you come so often that you’ll lose count.”

I shivered at his words, my body already responding to the promise in his eyes. I’d gone into this mission dreading the idea of intimacy with my enemy, but somehow, Dante had made it feel like anything but.

TEN

DANTE

The Escalade’s engine purred as Marco and I cruised through the abandoned industrial district. My thoughts were elsewhere, though. Back to last night, to the scorching heat of Eva’s naked body against mine, her skin tasting like a drug I couldn’t get enough of, and the way she wailed my name when she came. Yep, that was one hell of a night.

“You seem...distracted, Dante.” Marco’s voice penetrated the fog of lust, hazing my mind.

Flashing him a naughty grin, I drawled, “Let’s just say I had a fan-fucking-tastic night.”

His eyebrow quirked. “The girl from the club?”

I chuckled, indulging in the memories again. Eva’s wicked red lips, her body writhing under me, her flavor drugging my tongue. No woman had ever snared me so entirely in her sensual web.

“Her name’s Eva,” I muttered, the words spilling out. “She’s, uh, something else.” I shrugged, trying to play it cool but failing miserably.

Marco glanced at me before refocusing on the road ahead. “Something else, huh? In what kinda way?”

“Yeah, it’s like... I don’t know, man; I’ve never met a chick like her. She’s... just... she’s... fucking...” I shook my head, at a loss.

Marco didn’t say anything for a while, looking thoughtful. When he finally opened his mouth, his words had an edge of worry. “Just watch yourself with her, Dante. We can’t lose focus now.”

We swung around the bend, and the dilapidated warehouse appeared, sticking out like a sore thumb next to the high-end buildings clustered around it. Marco killed the engine, and we sat silently momentarily, taking in the scene.

“You sure about this?” Marco’s forehead creased with concern. “These Colombian fuckers have been acting sketchy lately. No telling what kind of bullshit is waiting for us in there.”

I nodded, my jaw clenching. “No other options, man. My father needs this supply line, especially with the DEA breathing down our necks non-stop.”

Marco let out a heavy breath but didn’t push it. We were both aware of the dangers, but that was just another day in our line of work. With a final nod, we exited the car and moved toward the warehouse.

The vast interior was barely illuminated, the darkness almost alive, undulating and shifting. Instinctively, my hand moved to the small of my back, finding solace in the familiar heft of my gun.

“Keep your cool,” I said, low enough for only Marco to hear. “Let me do the talking.”

Marco gave a curt nod, his jaw tightening, as a group of men emerged from the shadows, their faces hardened masks of grit and determination. At their center stood a figure I recognized all too well—Raul Moreno, the head of the Colombian gang.

Raul’s dark eyes swept over us, his lip curling into a sneer. This man reveled in power, in the thrill of having others at his mercy.

“Dante Reyes,” he drawled. “I must admit, I’m surprised your father let you off his leash for this little rendezvous.”

I felt the insult like a physical blow but refused to let it show. Keeping my expression carefully neutral, I met Raul’s gaze head-on. “My father knows I’m more than capable of handling our... business affairs,” I countered, letting a hint of steel creep into my tone.

Raul’s eyes narrowed, and for a tense moment, I thought he might push the issue further. But then, a wolfish grin settled on his mouth, and he clapped his hands together.

“Of course,” he said, his voice dripping with a false warmth. “Let’s not waste time on petty posturing, eh? We have matters to discuss.”

I forced myself to remain impassive, even as my muscles coiled with the urge to wipe that smug look off his face.