Three weeks.

That's all I have left as a 'free' woman. So many things to do with such little time. With school exams and wedding arrangements with Damien, I haven't had the chance to plan another date with Jaxon. He's definitely handsome and sweet when he's not upset about his wrecked car, but something is missing.

It is hard to pinpoint my finger on it.

There wasn't anything inherently wrong with the date, but I didn't feel the butterflies. The surge of excitement I feel when Ju-. No. I have to forget that idea. A flash of memories from the spanks on my ass causes me to clench my thighs together. God — I feel so villainy to have a dirty little secret with my bodyguard.

I want to share more of them with him.

But I'll have to settle with Jaxon. I'm sure he will be fine. He doesn't seem like the type to be packing, but I don't shame anyone as long as he knows how to use it. Better late than never. Hopefully, after today's dance rehearsal, I can talk Damien into letting me attend Hanni's birthday bash.

Then I can complete the last three things on my list.

I groan as I look at the clock. "Ugh. What is taking Damien so long? He was supposed to be back two hours ago."

The instructor rearranges her blonde hair in a bun and yawns, covering half her mouth with her palm. "The session is up in an hour? Do you want to practice the special dance for your fiance?"

My eyes instantly want to roll. Mrs. Moltisanti came up with this terrific idea of me basically seducing her son in front of their family as a surprise dance. The plan is to have Damien and his groomsmen sitting in chairs while the bridesmaids and I give them a lap dance. Very risque. But I don't have a choice in this wedding.

"Might as well," I reply, raising up from the cushioned floor and stalking toward the barre to stretch.

My body is so stiff. I don't know why. Maybe the tension in the room. Julian lingers in the corner between the framing of the doorway with a deep frown engraved on his face. It's hard to get a good view of him from this angle because of the bandana on his face. I don't even want to look away, but a figure blocks my landscape of the other side of the room.

Lorenzo smirks, arching his half-shaved eyebrow, and struts the new stud on his nose. His skin is bright red, probably inflected. Tattoos enrich every inch of his bronzed skin, from his neck to his thighs. My eye lingers on the numbers on his arms, trimmed with large, elaborate roses. I wonder what 2010 stands for?

If Lorenzo is the psychotic brother, I wonder what that makes Damien.

How is Damien the saner one?

Lorenzo wiggles his eyebrows, lapping his tongue across his lips. "What do you think?" He twists his face from side to side, showcasing his piercing. "I got shitfaced, and my buddies dared me to get a piercing. It was either my nose or my dick."

I stifle a laugh. "I think the latter would've been a better choice. Since you have an excuse to hide it."

Lorenzo reaches for my hand, tugging it inside his basketball pants, and my eyes widen, instantly ripping my arm from his grip. "What? I wanted to show you my other piercing. You probably would've enjoyed it."

I shake my head. "Go bother someone else with your small wiener."

A deep rumble leaves his lips as he rests on the barre. "Small? Damien and I might be brothers, but that doesn't mean we have everything in common. I can promise you I'm not lacking in that department. Your bridesmaids can testify."

My face scrunches up with disgust as I hoist my leg on the barre, loosening up my hamstrings. "That's information I could've gone my whole life not knowing."

Julian slams his palm on the bar, seizing my attention away from Lorenzo. My eyes zone in on his clenched knuckles and the tightening of fabric on his biceps as he stretches his shoulders. His raven hair falls over his forehead in heart-shaped curls. The things I would sacrifice to run my hands through it and let Julian have his way with me.

His callous grip on my body as he shreds through my clothing. Help bring me over the edge. Physically and mentally. My nipples harden. Hopefully, they don't show through my leotard.

My eyes widen in panic when Lorenzo grabs my leg. "You seem a bit tense. Let me help you out." He tows my leg over his shoulders, forcing me to perform a right-up split. "Flexible." His eyebrows wiggle. "I like that in a girl."

I groan in disdain. "Don't make me throw up."

Lorenzo laughs, his tongue sweeping across his lips. "What? It's only natural for me to imagine what ways I can use you in bed. You do lack an essential feature." His eyes fall to my chest.

I catch his hand wavering over my breast, and I swat his hand away. "If this is your way of flirting, you're doing a terrible job."

He removes my leg from his shoulder, straightening my leg to form a standing split, passing my ears. A tingling sensation emerges on my leg from the strain of being stretched out. When I was younger, I attended ballet lessons until I ran away, but I didn't expect to still be able to perform them. It's a sport, after all. Without daily classes, it's easy to lose all progress.

"Flirting?" He scoffs. "Is how you think of me? I would never go after a taken woman, unlike other people. Unless you're interested." Lorenzo flashes a million-dollar smile, flashing his gold tooth.

"I would rather eat pig's feet," I cunningly reply with a grin.

His smile drops. "Harsh."

My ears ache as the instructor drags a stool to the middle of the room, scratching the black floor. "Ready, Isabela?"

One stool stands ahead of the other four, gravitating all the attention on me. In front of the stools are five chairs to serve for where Damien and his groomsmen are going to sit. Why was this a good idea?

"Lorenzo, are you going to stand in for your brother?" The instructor asks, popping a hip.

Lorenzo shakes his head. "I won't be able to control myself if she dances on me. Julian can do it. He's never phased by anything. If someone can resist a girl giving them a lap dance, it's him."

My throat dries up. As if dancing in front of Damien's friends wasn't embarrassing enough -- now I have to worry about my crush? A deep blush creeps up my neck. Julian doesn't respond. He merely takes post on the chair. Julian manspreads, his hands resting on his thighs. Damien's groomsmen sit in the rest of the chairs.

"Do we need to go over it?" The instructor asks. "Or do you want to do it in one go?"

I nibble on my lip. "One go."

The faster I get this over with, the quicker I can hide under my bed. This would be the perfect time for my alter-ego to come out-- if I had one. Mika always said if you were made for the stage, the energy would whiff out of you like a scent. My heart violently pounds as I stand by the stool in front of Julian, his irises piercing through mine.

If I fall on my tush, I might just have to end it here.

"One, two, three." She snaps her fingers on the cue, pressing the stereo button.

Music vibrates through the room. My limbs sway to the beat, hoping I don't look like a flapping toy. I listen to Mika's advice-- let the music do the talking. Julian's eyes harden, but he barely moves. Is he even breathing?

Leaning down, I extend one leg, reaching down with my arms and shaking my tush. We huddle in a line in front of the chairs, shifting our hands up and down our sexes. Julian audibly swallows. Tilting my hand on Damien's bridesmaid girl's lower back, we pop out our hips and bounce our legs up and down.

Facing away from Julian, I rest my hands on the girl's butts on either side of me, and I shake my tush back and forth. Turning back around, I squat, rotating my hips in circular motions until I reach the floor. The fire in Julian's eyes intensifies at my movement and melts my insides.

Men are like fish-- all I need to do is reel Julian in.

The bridge of the song starts, slowing the rhythm as I spread into a split, arching my back to place attention on my backside. Julian's chin tucks down, and his eyes watch me like a hawk. I don't think he's even blinking. Slowly, I trek towards Julian, circling behind his chair and clinging to a rigid surface as I whip my hair in his face.

His breathing is ragged.

I smirk, resting my arms on his upper thigh by his dick and twisting my hips to shake my butt. Feeling my body ooze with confidence, I bend down, giving him a view of my ass as I glance at him with a shy smirk. His jaw clenches. I want to break him. I want him to feel the urge to touch me in ways we both know we shouldn't.

The song ends with me sitting on his lap with my leg crossed the other, toying with the ends of his hair. Our faces are inches apart, both heavy breathing even though Julian hasn't moved a muscle. A low grumble vibrates in his chest, driving me over the edge. If only we were alone, I would take the leap and kiss him. His hand grips my thigh hard--I think I might've affected him.

My confidence simmers away like water on a warm surface as he pushes me off his lap and beelines out of the room. I tumble to the ground from his unexpected movement. Everyone's eyes land on me. Heat emits off me like a radiator. Was I really that bad? I have to get better at reading social cues.

My instructor smiles and claps her hands. "Excellent. You nailed everything. I think your fiance is going to love this performance."

"I agree," Lorenzo adds, spanking the girl's ass on his lap, causing her to yelp. "You embodied that. Julian is a better man than me because I would fuck you with no regrets."

The instructor clears her throat. "This family concerns me."

"Me too," I mumble, swallowing the lump in my throat from Lorenzo's lustful glare.

She checks the watch on her wrist. "Times up. We can practice the bride and groom's dance at another time. Pay my respects to your fiance, but I have another lesson to teach."

I flash a closed smile. "Thank you for your time."

Damien's an idiot. She charges ten thousand an hour for him to bail-- a waste of money. The room empties, leaving me alone in the darkness. The lights turn off from the lack of motion. Where the heck did Julian go? I would love to nap before Damien forces us into spending the afternoon strengthening our couple bond.

Tip-toeing down the hallway, I peer into every room to find nothing. No Julian in sight. Where could he go? My eyes linger on the locker room. It wouldn't hurt to check, beats waiting in a lonely, dark room.

The door creaks as I push it open, slipping through the cracked entrance. My eyes adjust to the unlit scenery, taking extra seconds to thoroughly make of everything. The faint sound of a pouring faucet reaches my ears. Could he be showering? Julian naked in the shower?

The thought sends an alert between my legs, making the area wetter by the second. The key is to be sneaky like an alligator, snapping Julian when he can't get away. A few secret glances won't hurt.

Step by step, the surge of water rings louder in my ear as I watch the stream in the air.

Every muscle in my body tenses.

Julian rests one hand on the tiles of the shower, the water rushing down his back and dampening his suit. Breathing deeply, Julian throws his head back, his mouth hanging open as his other hand picks up the pace. Holy moly. Is he masturbating?

"Fucking hell, Isabela," Julian growls, his breathing ragged like he's running up twenty flights of stairs.

Julian is masturbating to the thought of me?

His filthy words lighten a spark between my legs, twisting me to a pretzel. I won't fail this time. I'll help him reach the sensation he wants.

I clear my throat.

Julian's eyes shoot open, turning his head to check if I'm real or just a fragment of his imagination. "Holy shit! Miss Arias." He rearranges his pants. "What are y-."

"Don't stop on my count." My lips curve into a smirk. "I liked the view."

"Miss Ari-."

"What?" I groan, rolling my eyes. "What's wrong with me watching?" I throw my hair into a ponytail, dropping to my knees. "Isn't reality better than fantasy?"

Julian's jaw drops, his bulging peeking through his unbuttoned trousers. "That's fucking hot, Bellissima, but you know we can't cross that line. Spanking is one thing, but this is a whole other category. We can't touch each other."

My stomach twists with excitement. "Who said anything about touching?" Smirking, I link my hands behind my back. "Use me as your canvas. Do you prefer my tits or my face?"

Julian sucks a deep breath. "Fuck, Isabela. You can't do this to me."

"What's wrong?" I say, batting my eyelashes. "You don't like my offer? Are you an ass man, Mr. Lui?"

Julian's monster size cock twitches in his hands, the tip leaking with white liquid. It's a mouth-watering sight. What's the point of rules? Seriously? Damien doesn't deserve our respect. All I want is to fill my mouth with him.

His blue irises harden, flickering up to meet my gaze. "I'm an Isabela man. Everything about you drives me fucking insane. You're going to be the death of me." His hands crawl up my skull, clutching a handful of my hair in his palm.

"Mr. Lui," I whine, gnawing at my bottom lip. "Use me. Show me how you like it. Come on my face."

Julian savagely growls, fisting his cock at a lightning pace. "I'm going to give you exactly what you want." His breathing fastens, and heat pools between my legs. I'm dripping. I know I am.

An excited giggle tumbles out of my lips. "Good."

His fingers tighten around my hair, yanking my face up, his massive cock towering over it. The muscles in his thighs flex. His knuckles are white. As expected, Julian isn't the vanilla type. He would stretch me out with one single thrust.

"I want you, Bellissima," he whispers, placing his palm in front of my face and edging me towards it. I spit in his hand, and he lathers his cock with it. "So fucking badly. I want to touch you, fuck you. Bury myself so deep inside you."

Subconsciously, I squirm, my thighs clenching together. "What's stopping you, Mr. Lui? Please, Mr. Lui. I want it. I need it."

He groans, his jaw tightening. "Need what, Izzy? Tell me what you need, baby."

"You. I need you, Julian."

"Shit." His whole body shudders.

His mouth falls open, deep moans slipping out. He pumps two more times, chasing his release with a clenched jaw. Glancing up at his tip, I open my mouth, sticking out my tongue, ready to catch all of his seed.

His eyebrows scrunch together as he coats every inch of my face with his come. "That's right, baby, such a good girl. So pretty with all my come on your face. Now, swallow me."

Laughing, I swallow the drops on my tongue, tasting the sweet, tangy taste of his come. It's exactly like how I imagined Julian would taste. I blink, a few drops of come stuck to my eyelashes. A half-smirk tugs on Julian's lips as he zips his trousers and kneels, using his thumb to get the droplets off my eyelashes.

"You're so adorable," Julian coos, stroking the apple of my cheek. "Even covered in my come."

"I hate you." I thump his shoulder, not earning a budge from him. "I want to be hot in your eyes."

"What's wrong with being both?" My heart flutters at his reply. "Let's clean you up. Damien could be looking for you."

A sigh escapes me as reality sinks in. "O-okay."

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