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But even as the promise left my lips, I couldn’t shake the image of Eva from my mind. The way her blue eyes had smoldered as they met mine at dinner, the secret smile that curved her lush mouth when no one else was looking. It was as if she had cast a spell over me, and I was powerless to resist her allure.

After a few more minutes of tense conversation, I drained the last of my drink and set the glass down with a decisive clink. “I’m gonna call it a night, Papi,” I said, rising from my chair. “It’s been a long day, and I’m tired.”

He waved a dismissive hand. “Get some rest, mijo. We’ve got a lot of work ahead of us.”

I nodded, grateful for the escape. I quietly left the library, and as I made my way to my room, I caught a glimpse of Sofia rounding the corner. For a moment, I considered stopping to talk to her to get her read on the situation. But the last thing I needed was more talk of Eva tonight.

Instead, I hurried to my room, closing the door firmly behind me and leaning against it with a heavy sigh. My eyes drifted shut as I replayed every moment of the evening in my head, from the first electric jolt of seeing Eva in that red dress to the way her hand had felt in mine as we said goodnight.

I couldn’t deny the effect she had on me, the way my body instinctively responded to her presence. It was more than just physical attraction, though it was undoubtedly a big part. No, there was something else, a connection that ran deeper than I cared to admit.

I collapsed onto the bed with a groan, but sleep was a lost cause. Every time I closed my eyes, there she was - hips swaying, tits teasing, moaning like a porn star as I pounded into her at the club. My cock throbbed, hard as a fucking rock, begging for attention. I palmed it through my boxers, trying to resist the urge to jerk off like a horny teenager.

Screw it, I had to see her again. I knew it was a shit idea, showing up at her door in the middle of the night in my parent’s house, but I couldn’t help myself. Eva was an addiction, and I needed another hit, Dad’s warning, and the consequences be damned.

I rose from the bed, purpose propelling me forward even as doubt kept whispering in the back of my mind. I tried to convince myself I was just checking on her, but I knew better. I was chasing the high only she could give me.

The mansion was silent as I navigated the shadowy halls, the distant crash of waves the only sound. It was late, too late, but the promise of Eva just down the hall proved irresistible.

I hesitated outside her door, hand poised over the knob. This was insanity, and I knew it. But even as the thought registered, I turned the handle and slipped inside.

Holy fuck, there she was, looking like a goddamn wet dream come true, all tangled up in those fancy-ass silk sheets. The moonlight streaming in made her skin practically glow like some sexy alien goddess, and that dark hair was fanned out around her head like a work of art. I couldn’t stop staring, my cock already straining against my boxers.

I stumbled to the bed, my heart about to pound right out of my damn chest. I reached out and barely grazed her arm with my fingertips, and she started to stir, those mesmerizing chocolate eyes fluttering open and locking right onto me.

“Dante? What are you doing in here?” Her voice was all husky with sleep and laced with this vulnerable confusion that made me want to simultaneously wrap her up in my arms and rip that flimsy nightie right off her sexy body.

“Shit, sorry. Didn’t mean to disturb your beauty sleep.” I yanked my hand back, trying to pretend I had a shred of gentlemanly decency left, even though all I could think about was diving face-first under those sheets with her.

She pushed herself up to sit, and god fucking damn, those sheets slipped down to her waist, drawing my gaze straight to her nipples poking at the silky little nightgown she wore. I think I actually forgot how to breathe for a second. She was warm, with inviting curves and soft skin, begging to be touched.

“Couldn’t sleep. Just had to come see you,” I confessed, gazing at her like a pathetic lovesick fool.

She hit me with this coy little smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief like the temptress she was. “Well, you found me. Now, what are you gonna do about it?”

I groaned, my self-control hanging by a thread. “You’re playing with fire, Eva.”

She leaned back, looking at me like she wanted to devour me. “Maybe I like it hot.”

That was it. I pounced on the bed, my body over hers, hands on either side of her head. She gasped as I kissed her hard, leaving no question about what I wanted to do to her.

She kissed me back just as fiercely, her hands sliding up to grab my hair. I could feel how hot she was through that thin little nightgown, and it was driving me crazy.

I broke the kiss and started trailing my lips down her neck, biting and sucking. She arched her back, moaning, as I slid her straps down, exposing her perfect tits. I was ready to feast.

I groped her breasts, my calloused thumbs grazing over those hard nipples. She whimpered, nails clawing into my shoulders as I sucked one rosy peak into my mouth, my tongue doing dirty, unspeakable things to that sensitive little nub. Her body thrashed under me, hips grinding on my cock, desperate for some action.

I jammed my hand between her thighs, fingers prodding the soaked fabric of her panties. Shit, she was dripping wet and ready to go. Knowing I’d gotten her so fucking horny was like Viagra straight to my dick.

With a feral snarl, I shredded that flimsy lace off her body and plunged my fingers knuckle-deep into her slippery pussy. She screamed, body convulsing as I zeroed in on her magic button, rubbing and teasing until she was a thrashing, pleading hot mess pinned beneath me.

“Fuck, Dante, I need your cock in me like right now,” she begged, eyes blazing with raw, primal lust.

With my heart beating, I peeled off my clothes in record time, revealing my engorged cock, as hard as a flagpole, pulsing with anticipation. I positioned myself at her slick entrance, the swollen, purple head of my thick shaft already leaking precum, begging for a taste of her scorching heat.

“Condom?” Eva gasped, her eyes wide.

“Fuck!” I swore, running a hand through my hair. The one thing I didn’t have. “I didn’t plan on...this.”