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Dante chuckled darkly before obliging me, upping the intensity just enough to leave me gasping. Heat pooled between my thighs as he continued to spank and caress me in equal measure, driving me closer to the edge with each swat of his hand on my sensitive flesh.

“You’re so wet for this,” he growled.

“God, Dante,” I panted, my hips grinding against the mattress as the heat between my legs grew more insistent with each smack. “I... I can’t... I’m so close.”

His hand stilled for a moment, his breath hot in my ear. “Tell me what you want, Eva.”

“I want... I want you,” I moaned, my cheeks flushing as I admitted my desire for him.

With a growl of approval, Dante’s hand slid between my thighs, his fingers finding the slick folds of my pussy. He teased me mercilessly, circling around my clit before dipping a finger inside me just enough to make me whimper.

“Say it again,” he demanded, his voice rough with need. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” I gasped out. “I’m yours, Dante.”

That was all it took. With a groan of satisfaction, Dante plunged two fingers inside me while his other hand continued to spank and caress my ass in time with his thrusts. The sensations were almost too much to bear as the pleasure built within me like a tidal wave crashing onto the shore.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his breathing ragged in my ear. “Come for me, mi reina.”

The orgasm hit me as I cried out Dante’s name into the pillow below me. My entire body shook with the force of it as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me.

As the intensity of my release subsided, Dante wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closer to his chest as he nuzzled my neck with his nose. “Mmm... Mi carino,” he mumbled sleepily in my ear, his even breathing soon filling the room.

I lay there for a moment, my heart still pounding as I processed the night’s events. Javier Cruz, the spanking, and now here we were – tangled together in a mess of sheets and each other’s limbs. A small smile crept onto my lips as I traced the tattoos on Dante’s bicep absently. How had my life come to this?

Slowly, exhaustion crept up on me, too, lulling me into a hazy state between wakefulness and sleep. My last thought before drifting off was how much I hated myself for loving this life – the danger, the adrenaline rushes, and most of all... him.

I woke up with a start. For a moment, I was unsure of my surroundings. Then the memories of the previous night came rushing back – the heated passion, the tangled sheets, Dante’s body against mine—my sore ass.

I rolled over, expecting to find him beside me, but the space was empty, the sheets cool to the touch. It was Sunday morning, and despite it still being the weekend, he must have slipped out early, no doubt attending to the myriad responsibilities of running a criminal empire. Those kinds of people don’t take time off.

I snuck out of his room, my bare feet silent against the plush carpet of the hallway as I made my way to the guest room. Once inside, I locked the door behind me and quickly showered. My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, but I pushed those thoughts aside. I couldn’t afford to dwell on them now.

I dressed in comfortable travel clothes, a casual sundress and sandals. With my suitcase in hand, I took one last look around the opulent guest room and headed downstairs to bid farewell to the Reyes family.

Sofia was already up, and the sight of her with her coffee cup paused midway to her lips would have been comical under different circumstances. Her disappointment at my imminent departure was clear, her eyes wide and mournful like a kicked puppy.

“You can’t leave so soon,” she protested, pouting as she returned her cup to the saucer. “We haven’t even had a chance to plan our next girls’ day out.”

I offered her a small, apologetic smile as I sat opposite her at the breakfast bar. “I’m sorry, Sofia,” I said, my tone sincere. “Work calls.”

She sighed dramatically but nodded in understanding. “I get it, duty and all that,” she said, her playful smile returning. “But promise we’ll get together this week, Eva.”

“It’s a date,” I assured her, mirroring her smile. “I’ll text you as soon as I’m back in the city.”

With a last round of hugs and well-wishes from Sofia, I found myself back in my car, the Reyes estate receding in my rearview mirror as I drove back to Miami. The further away I got, the tighter the knot of anxiety in my stomach grew.

I couldn’t stop replaying the scene from last night, Dante’s piercing gaze as he questioned my knowledge of Javier Cruz. I had managed to deflect his suspicion—for now—but deep down, I knew the clock was ticking on my cover.

It was past noon when I unlocked the door to Eva’s apartment. I dropped my bag and fired up my laptop, taking a deep breath as the secure video link established our connection.

“Ramirez,” Agent Morrow’s gruff voice greeted me, his grizzled face filling the screen with its usual stern look on his face. “How’d it go?”

The debriefing was thorough as I relayed the details of my weekend at the Reyes compound. I outlined the layout of the house, the security measures, and the interactions between Dante and his family, painting a vivid picture for my handler.

But the sensitive information I had uncovered in Ricardo’s study had Morrow sitting up a little straighter in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he processed the gravity of my discovery. “A shame you got interrupted before you could photograph it all, but you did good, Natalia,” he said, giving me a curt nod of approval.

As I sent the photos through our secure server, Morrow’s eyes roamed over the documents I had managed to capture in Ricardo’s office.