Chapter 23:The Risk Worth Taking

Frank lay on the hotel bed, still catching his breath. Natalia was curled up beside him, her body covered in a thin layer of sweat, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She had never been taken like that before. The way Frank controlled her, teased her, and ultimately dominated her had left her in a state of bliss she hadn't thought possible.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Natalia turned her head, staring at him with a mixture of exhaustion and admiration. "Damn," she whispered. "No one's ever made me feel like that."

Frank smirked, running a hand through his messy hair. "I told you I don't lose games."

She laughed softly, but there was something else in her eyes, something deeper. It wasn't just satisfaction; it was a realization. She had underestimated him, thought she was the one in control. Now? She wasn't so sure.

She rolled onto her side, tracing lazy circles on his chest. "You're dangerous, Frank."

He raised an eyebrow. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

"It is," she murmured. "For me."

Frank leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against her lips. "Then why do you keep playing?"

Natalia bit her lip, hesitated for a second, then grinned. "Because I like the way you play."

Just as things were heating up again, Frank's phone buzzed. He sighed and reached for it, expecting it to be a random text. But when he saw Sandra's name on the screen, he immediately sat up.

Natalia watched him curiously as he answered.

"Frank, we need to talk. Now." Sandra's voice was sharp, serious.

Frank frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Not over the phone. Meet me in an hour."

The line went dead.

Frank exhaled sharply, looking down at Natalia. "Looks like I have business to handle."

She propped herself up on one elbow, watching him closely. "Sandra, huh? She's always warning you about something."

Frank didn't respond. Instead, he got up, grabbed his clothes, and started getting dressed. Natalia sat up, the sheets slipping down her body. "Don't get yourself in trouble, Frank."

He turned back, smirking. "I never do."

But even as he said it, something about Sandra's tone made him uneasy.

One Hour Later – A Dangerous Warning

Frank arrived at the dimly lit bar where Sandra told him to meet her. She was already sitting in the corner, a drink in front of her, her face unreadable.

He slid into the seat across from her. "Alright, I'm here. What's so urgent?"

Sandra leaned forward. "You need to be careful, Frank."

He scoffed. "When am I not?"

She shook her head. "I'm serious. This thing with Natalia… It's not just a game to her. She's got a history."

Frank leaned back, crossing his arms. "Go on."

Sandra hesitated before continuing. "She's known for… breaking men. She gets in their heads, makes them think they're in control, and then? She destroys them."

Frank's smirk didn't fade. "Sounds like my kind of challenge."

"Frank, this isn't a joke." Sandra's voice was firm. "She plays with people's lives, not just their emotions. I did some digging, and the last guy who thought he had her figured out? He disappeared."

Frank's smirk wavered slightly. He wasn't easily shaken, but he knew Sandra wouldn't come to him with this unless she was really concerned.

"You're saying she's dangerous?"

"I'm saying she might be the one game you don't want to win."

Frank tapped his fingers against the table, considering her words. He had played plenty of risky games before, but something about Natalia intrigued him in a way no one else had. She was different. And now, knowing she was even more dangerous than he thought?

That only made him want her more.

He stood up. "Thanks for the warning, Sandra. But I don't back down from a challenge."

Sandra sighed, shaking her head. "Just… watch your back."

Frank left the bar, his mind racing. Natalia had just become the most dangerous and tempting woman in his life.

And that made the game even more thrilling.