Chapter 22: The Aftermath of the Game

The soft glow of the city lights seeped through the massive windows, casting golden hues over the room. Natalia lay beside me, her body still trembling slightly from the intensity of what we had just shared. Her breath was uneven, her skin glistening with the afterglow of pleasure, but her eyes held a different kind of fire, one that I hadn't seen before.

I ran my fingers down her thigh, feeling the warmth still radiating from her skin. "So… you gonna admit it?"

She smirked, turning her head to look at me, her lips slightly parted. "Admit what?"

I leaned in, brushing my lips against her ear, my voice low and teasing. "That I broke you."

Natalia let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head. "Frank, I don't break."

I pulled back, staring at her with a raised brow. "No?"

She rolled onto her side, resting her head on her hand. "No."

A slow grin spread across my lips. "Then why do you look like you've just had the best night of your life?"

She exhaled sharply, her fingers trailing lazily down my chest, her nails barely scratching my skin. "Because I did."

I didn't expect her to admit it so easily, but there was something different about Natalia now. She wasn't the same confident, untouchable woman who had challenged me to this game. No, this was a woman who had just been completely unraveled, and she knew it.

She sat up, reaching for the glass of wine on the bedside table. As she took a slow sip, she glanced at me over the rim of the glass, her eyes still smoldering. "You know, Frank, I could keep you here forever if I wanted."

I smirked, sitting up beside her. "Is that right?"

She nodded, setting the glass down. "Mhm. No man has ever made me feel like that before. And I don't think I want to let that go just yet."

I watched her carefully, sensing something deeper behind her words. "Sounds like you're catching feelings, Natalia."

She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "Don't flatter yourself. I just appreciate good talent when I see it."

I chuckled, running a hand through my hair. "So, what now?"

Natalia tilted her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Now? You tell me, Frank. Are you ready for another round?"

I exhaled, shaking my head. "Woman, you're insatiable."

She grinned. "And you love it."

I couldn't argue with that.

As the night deepened, Natalia's hunger only grew stronger. She climbed onto my lap, straddling me, her bare skin pressing against mine. Her hands slid over my shoulders, her nails digging in just slightly, enough to send a shiver down my spine.

"You think you're the only one who can break people?" she whispered, her lips grazing my jaw.

I smirked, my hands gripping her waist firmly. "You can try."

Her fingers trailed down my chest, teasing, lingering. She was trying to take control, but I wasn't one to be tamed easily. Before she could push further, I flipped her onto her back, pinning her beneath me.

A gasp escaped her lips, followed by a wicked smile. "I should've known you wouldn't make it easy for me."

I leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear. "I never make it easy."

Her breath hitched as I ran my hands down her body, savoring the way she melted under my touch. I took my time, exploring every inch of her, making her wait, making her beg.

"Frank," she breathed, her voice thick with desperation.

I smirked, placing slow kisses down her stomach. "Say it."

"Say what?" she murmured, arching her back slightly.

"Say you need me."

Her eyes burned with defiance, but her body betrayed her. "I need you," she finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

That was all I needed to hear. I gave her exactly what she craved, pushing her further and further until she was completely undone beneath me. The night stretched on, each moment more intense than the last, until we both collapsed in exhaustion.

Natalia lay beside me, her body still quivering from the aftershocks. She turned her head, her dark eyes locking onto mine. "Damn you, Frank."

I chuckled, pulling her closer. "What? Can't handle it?"

She exhaled, shaking her head. "No… I just wasn't expecting you to be this good."

I smirked. "What can I say? I always deliver."

She rolled her eyes but didn't pull away. Instead, she rested her head against my chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin. It was a rare, quiet moment between us, one that neither of us wanted to acknowledge, but both of us felt.

I knew this was dangerous. Natalia wasn't just some girl; she was a woman who played with fire. And yet, as I lay there with her in my arms, I couldn't bring myself to care.

Because in that moment, nothing else mattered.