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I made a face at him.

“Now my methods are…not as stringent as yours, but they get results. If she’s blackmailing you, we need to threaten her entire system and how she operates,” Dante said. “If we cut off her source, she’ll be willing to bargain.”

“What source?” I said. “And what exactly are you suggesting?”

Dante stood, walked over to the window, and stared out for a moment like he was already playing it out in his head.

“We bait her,” he said. “With me.”

I blinked. “You want to get involved?”

He turned back, eyes gleaming. “She knows me. Knows my name carries weight here. If I reach out and say I’ve got an interest in her—want to talk business, maybe something more—it’ll stroke that ego of hers just enough to make her reckless.”

My stomach twisted. “You’re going toflirtwith her?”

“Please.” He smirked. “I don’t have to try. I have a private property just outside of town, a nice bottle of wine, and an invitation to ‘talk discreetly.’ She won’t be able to resist. We’ll be alone, which is perfect for what you need to do.”

“Which is?”

“She’ll find you there instead. You’ll be wearing a wire. Plus the evidence you have collected already is more than enough, just put the nail in her coffin. Get her to talk. I’ll get her off your back and get that manuscript.”

I exhaled, chest tight. “You really think this will work?”

Dante smiled. But it wasn’t comforting. It was razor-sharp.

“It will.”

CHAPTER 33

Serena

I was in control.

Miles was under me, his body stretched out, eyes dark and dazed, lips parted as I rode him like I owned him. His hands gripped my thighs and his brown skin gleamed with sweat beneath me, his chest rising fast.

His mouth had been everywhere—my breasts still tingled, nipples swollen and aching where he’d sucked me earlier.

Miles usually took the lead, and I let him. I liked letting him take care of me.

I rubbed his shoulders, kissed his temple, whispered soft against his skin, “Let me take care of you.”

He didn’t say no.

Now he was under me, and I was moving slow, rolling my hips in deep, steady circles. And I could feel it—how close he was, how much he needed this.

“You awake now?” I teased, sweet and low, letting the rhythm slow just enough to make him whimper. His eyes fluttered like he couldn’t handle it.

He let out this deep, wrecked groan that made my pussy clench around him tighter. His voice rasped against my skin,“Hell yeah… Goddamn, baby. Pussy grippin’ me like she don’t want me goin’ nowhere.”

His hands locked around my ass, pulling me down harder, and I mewled—soft, desperate, needy. God, I needed this too.

“I just wanna make you feel good…” I whispered against his lips, kissing him slow, deep, tasting every inch like I was claiming him all over again. Then I picked up the pace, grinding down on him with purpose.

His dick curved just right, hitting that perfect spot deep inside me, again and again, until my whole body buzzed. And when his palm cracked against my ass, sharp and hot, I moaned loud, grinding deeper like it fed me.

I broke the kiss and trailed down his jaw, brushing soft kisses over his skin before I whispered, low and breathy, “Am I makin’ you feel good, Miles?”

My tongue flicked over his earlobe, then I nipped it lightly with my teeth—and that sound he made? Broke me open.