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“What?”

“Nothing.” I grab my ankles with my hands and hold them up.

Our eyes lock as he slowly pushes into me. He’s so huge that there’s no way he could possibly fit, but he keeps diving deeper, relentlessly spreading me until I can’t imagine taking another inch. I’ve never been so thoroughly stuffed, and I don’t know how he’ll be able to move. I’m so tight and he’s so enormous that it seems impossible, but it’s not.

As he pulls back then thrusts into me, my eyes roll back, and I lose all control. I’m completely unable to stop the moans and gasps escaping me as he pounds me into the bench. I forget about the dangers, about my brother, about the cartel. There’s only Ice and the incredible sensations he’s awakening within me.

His hands slide up to grasp my bouncing breasts.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, caressing me gently with his fingers while hammering me with his cock. It’s maddening, the contrast between his gentle touch and the raw lust I see in his eyes. He’s so controlled and yet so out of control at the same time. How?

He changes the angle of his thrusts, drawing me back to the present.

“Ice,” I gasp, my body arching towards him. “Please…”

“Get on top,” he growls, pulling out and leaving me empty and bereft.

He sits on the bench beside me and waits with an expectant look on his face. A surge of power and desire courses through me. I straddle him, pushing against Ice’s chest until his back’s against the wall. His stunning eyes widen in surprise, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

“My turn,” I breathe, lowering myself onto him.

I begin to ride him, reveling in the control. Ice’s hands grip my hips, guiding my movements. His gaze is intense, filled with a passion I’ve never seen from him before. It’s intoxicating.

“Bella,” he groans, his voice husky. “You’re incredible.”

The sound of my nickname on his lips sends a shiver down my spine. Although I told him not to use it, I secretly like it when he does. I increase my pace, chasing the building pleasure. He matches my rhythm, thrusting up to meet me.

Our bodies move in perfect synchronicity, the tension coiling tighter with each passing moment. I’m getting close again, and from the way Ice’s muscles are tensing beneath me, I know he is too.

“Ice, I’m—” I gasp, my words cut off as the orgasm crashes over me.

He follows a moment later, pulling me against his chest as he grunts out his release. We ride out the waves of pleasure together, our bodies intertwined so closely that I can’t tell where I end and he begins.

As the endorphins begin to fade, the reality of what we just did crashes into me. My lungs tighten and my heart starts pounding from more than just physical exertion. What have I done?

I can’t believe I just had crazy, wild sex with my boss, my brother’s enemy. My mind races as I try to catch my breath. I run a trembling hand through my tangled hair, realizing I need to get out of here—fast.

As I fumble for my clothes, Ice’s piercing gaze follows my every move. I can feel the weight of his stare, a mix of desire and something deeper that I’m not ready to face. Just as I’m about to make my escape, his hand shoots out, gently but firmly grasping my wrist.

“Let me go,” I snap, yanking my wrist free without bothering to look at him.

“Bella, wait,” he says, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. “We need to talk about this.”

I turn to face him, instantly regretting it. Those silver-blue eyes pull me in, threatening to drown me. The magnetic pull between us is palpable, exciting and terrifying all at once.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” I reply, my voice steadier than I feel. “This was a mistake.”

“You don’t mean that.” His brow furrows.

“I do,” I insist, even as doubt gnaws at me. “I can’t get involved with my boss, or with anyone from Underground Vengeance. Working here is complicated enough. It’s just a means to an end. I can’t get caught up in this, in you.”

I turn my back on him as I hastily reach for the door. “We got carried away. It won’t happen again.”

As I crack the door open, my mind is a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Part of me wants to turn around, to fall back into his arms and forget about the consequences. But I know better. I’m the sister of a cartel leader, and he’s the vice president of an outlaw motorcycle club. This can only end in disaster.

“Dios mío,” I curse under my breath. “How could I be so stupid?”

I step out of the VIP room, the throbbing bass of the club music hitting me like a physical force. The familiar scent of sweat, perfume, and alcohol fills my nostrils as I weave through the crowd. A couple of my fellow dancers catch my eye, their gazes curious and questioning. I feel exposed, as if a spotlight is following my every move.