How is it possible to have the urge to jump someone's bones but also want to rip their head off their shoulders? It's a juxtaposed. There are too many emotions in my head for a human to comprehend. The side effect of the two doses of cocaine also isn't helping — it's only building a better case on why I should ignore everything for the night and just him fuck him.

My arms tighten around his neck to secure myself from falling. His breath hitches. I think he likes how close we're in this current moment. Honestly, why did he bother coming here? I shake my head.

Julian will not ruin my high.

My head tilts upward to face the sky, admiring the hues colliding to form a masterpiece. Whirls of white clouds travel throughout the atmosphere, pushing and pulling on their friends — the stars. To my surprise, the moon shines vibrantly in a red tint, glowing like an emergency light. Eggplant purple and midnight blue merge for the sky to be a soothing scenery.

Beautiful for possibly my last night alive. 

"Where are we going?"

Julian straightens his spine. "I'm taking you home."

My eyebrows pinch together. "How do you know where I live?"

"The internet."

A sarcastic retort sows on my tongue. "How intrusive. I didn't know I had a little stalker to worry about."

For being a Jefe to one of the massive crime families, Dad loved advertising our household on all his social, as if we weren't being plotted against daily. Wouldn't it make more sense for our estate to be a secret from the public? I guess not.

His body vibrates as a chuckle shudders through him.

Julian pivot into my family's driveway, halting at our golden gates adorn with horses on the pillars. He tilts my body to reach the code system, and I plug in the number for the gates to open. As a child, one of the only joys I had in life was to watch the gates open at their leisurely speed and skip through like a princess.

Poking Julian's shoulder, I gesture for him to let me down, and the second he does, I jolt through the gates, my skirt drifting in the air. The night isn't over yet. My last free night isn't over until the fat lady sings. I'm going to do everything I set out to do tonight.

I lower to the flower pot beside my front door and seize the spare key in the dirt, unlocking the front door. Abuela left the house vacant for the night because she knew Lorenzo and I would return fucked-up. She probably also didn't want to hear us mess around under the bedsheets, but I guess she was worried about nothing.

Like the dramatic teenager I yearned to be, I collapse onto my couch with an audible sigh and close my eyes. Goddamit... I was really looking forward to being fucked until I couldn't walk anymore. Not like I had any faith in Jota or Lorenzo. Jota was an idiot, and Lorenzo expects something in return for a favor he offered-- like, is it hard to be a gentleman?

My body jolts upward as an idea pops into my head, like a cartoon with a light bulb over their heads.

"Isabela." A hoarse, rough voice steels my spine. "I know it's like I appeared out of nowhere, but I wanted to exp-."

I groan. "Honestly, Mr. Lui, I'm not in the mood to listen to what bullshit excuse you came up with on the walk here." Step by step, I confine Julian to the wall, giving him no opportunity to escape. He towers over me, and his broad shoulders block a good chunk of the wall, but we both know I have the power. "We can save that conversation for another day."

His wide gaze roams my entire frame as my fingers trail up his clothed chest. I hate to admit a year wasn't enough for my attraction to this handsome man to wither away. A chiseled jaw with fine hairs of light scrub, and his sharp, stoic features, a dimple peeking out on his right cheek when he presses his lips into a fine line. Tattoos peek through the unbuttoned shirt. 

I hate him.

I really do.

But Mika said if I ever had the opportunity to have hate sex, I should. It's a life-changing experience, according to her. Something about the vigor in the passionate hate-- I want that. My thighs grow slick thinking about it.

I'm going to kill two birds with one stone.

One-- Have the best sex a girl could dream of before her impending death, and two-- return to favor back to Julian. I will give him the false security of continuing this conversation tomorrow. When in reality, I'm going to ditch him after I use him. It's time for Julian to feel used and unwanted. If I'm being honest, I hope his feelings are genuine, so, it will slice him deeply.

He's fucking stupid if he thinks he's getting away without consequences. Luckily, most guys tend to misjudge the situation when their dick is involved. He won't know what hit him until tomorrow morning.

I slide my hands down his body as I crouch onto the floor between his legs. His blue irises are warm, just like the satisfaction pooling in my lower belly. My hands waiver on dangerous territory, resting on his belt buckle before unbuckling it.

"I think we should use tonight as catching up," I giggle. "Put the empty house to good use. Don't you agree?"

Julian hesitates. "I-I wanted us to clear the air."

"The air is fine."

He blinks. "You know I'm not referring to the actual air, right?"

My eyes narrow into silts. "Yeah, duh!"

Just kidding, totally had a brain fart on that one.

Julian fights the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Before we proceed, I think we should take care of your wounded knee. Wouldn't want your knee aching when I'm fucking you doggie style later."

For that comment, I reward him with a cheery one, full dimples and a lip bite because I know he has a thing for my smile. "Touche."

Julian leans his back on the entryway with his arms crossed over his chest, and I hate how good he looks standing there. I stride past him, acting unaffected by his masculine, and head into the master bathroom. It's very vintage, with light beige marble tiles, a golden chandelier, a golden faucet, a golden showerhead, and a white tub. Nothing is better than having two options.

Crouching down, I hunt through the bottom cabinet and pull out the first aid kit. It should be called the Isabela first aid kit since I always fucking hurt myself. I think I'm accident-prone. Hopefully, not during the competition, though. I dump the kit on the counter and kick my leg onto the countertop to work on my wound.

A hiss runs past my lips when I drop a splash of rubbing alcohol on the area. It's a pretty gruesome wound, with jagged cuts down the slope of my knee. Julian's long frame towers over me, blocking the light source from the chandelier, and I turn my neck to face him.

"Let me help."

I sigh, handing over the cloth, and perch up on the countertop. Julian goes down on his knees, and I love it. Very submissive of him, even if he's just bandaging my injury. His dark eyebrows pinch together as he focuses his concentration on being careful.

"Reminds you of old times, doesn't it?" I joke.

His features tighten. "Has it stopped since I've been gone?"

I scoff. "You know... it's Damien's favorite hobby." I clear my throat, trying to shift the conversation elsewhere before my high turns into an upside-down tide. "Wow, this just got fucking depressing. After you're done, I have something to show you."

His brows arch. "Is it a bat to my face or your tits in my face?"

My lips jut out as I tap my pointer finger on my bottom lip. "Both could be rearranged, but in what order?"

Julian slowly drapes the hello kitty bandaid over my knee, adding pressure on the edges for an extra security. He extends his hand to help me off the counter and packs everything into the first aid kit. My eyes nearly bulge out of my head when I catch the faint hue of Lorenzo's lovebites peeking through.

Holy shit.

I must've sweated off the foundation in the club.

Grabbing the hand towel, I wipe down my sweaty shoulders and shift the white towel to an olive tone. Oops. I think I'm making it worse. When I turn over, I instantly feel Julian's intense gaze on me, inching closer as he presses his thumb against my vampirized neck.

His other fist clenches.

Good.

Nice to know I still have an effect on him.

He reacts with surprise. "Damien?"

I nibble on my lip. "Lorenzo, actually. He's a pretty good kisser."

Julian moves until our chests are touching. His hooded eyes lift from my lips to my eyes as he bites his lip. "Better than me?"

My chest grows heavy. "Hard to tell. I might need a refresher."

He leans so close I stop breathing, and I can't believe I'm letting him get the upper hand on me. My ass presses against the counter while my trembling fingers lose their grip on the hand towel, falling to my feet. A crooked smile lifts one side of his lips, but his eyes stay focused on me. Goosebumps soar on my skin as he trails his fingers up the slope of my shoulders to the nape of my neck.

He claims my lips in an instant, showing me his need, desperation through our kiss. I matched his frenzy, suffocated with the need to fill my senses with him-- tasted just like how I remembered. Julian doesn't waste any time, taking dominance of my mouth and tasting me. His smooth tongue wraps around mine, fighting and tugging, earning a moan from me. Holy shit. He's way fucking better. Why was I kidding myself? Julian is probably not even trying, and I'm seconds away from my knees buckling.

I need to regain control of his situation.

My teeth gently scrape his bottom lip, gnawing on it and receiving a hoarse groan from him. Perfect. If I'm on the verge of losing control, then I need him to be too. So, I go the extra mile. I pull away, leaving us equally sexually frustrated.

I giggle. "Looks like Lorenzo might have some competition."

Amusement flickers in his irises. "Are you sure?"

"Of course!" I exasperated, moving away from him, and nearly collapse from my knees buckling. "That's just the injury. Anyways, I still have something to show you."

His smile stretches wide. "Go ahead."

"So, I went on this little event called finding myself," I begin, untying the laces holding up the denim corset. "It's an intriguing journey, and I totally advise fresh adults to follow this path, but I got this tattoo. It was a rash decision, very on the spot, but I love it. I really want to know your opinion since you have a ton. Can you guess what it is?"

Like a gentleman, Julian looks away while I'm basically removing my top right in front of him. Sweet guys are my thing, but I want to make him realize what he's been missing. One week in the gym is enough to alter a body, right? Should be. I pour my blood, sweat, and tears into my routines.

"A tattoo of Jimmy-Steve?"

A burst of laughter vibrates out of my chest as I rotate around and push my hair to one side of my shoulder, exposing the fresh ink on my back. "Medusa."

Through the mirror, I watch Julian's smile slip away, and his eyes narrow at me with a look of almost... concern. "Fucking hell."

My eyes widen when he steps in front of me and goes down on his knees. The tortured look on his features toys with my emotions a bit, but I shake it off. He wraps his arms around my waist, snuggles his head into my chest, and sniffles.

"I'm so deeply fucking sorry for leaving you in his hands, Isabela," he mumbles. "You can't imagine the scenarios that ran through my mind when I was stuck in the cell, yet the reality is somehow worse. We're going to fucking torture the shit of Damien, okay? I know it doesn't fix everything, but I hope it gives you relief."

I roll my eyes.

I want him to feel fucking guilty, but I can't listen to his half-ass promises. The only promise he ever kept was fucking me until I couldn't see straight. Everything else was an empty set of words. They never held any weight, and I doubt these do.

"Don't kill yourself over it," I say, a half-lie and a half-truth. "It was inevitable. I'm stronger now because of it. At least my first time went to someone else...that's what I tell myself when I feel down about it."

Goddammit! I killed his boner and my excitement.

We need to get this show on the road.

I clear my throat. "Let's go to my bedroom."

Julian unbinds his arms from around my waist and follows behind me through the hallways until we reach my bedroom. It's in shambles from earlier when I spent an hour trying on every outfit in my closet. How can my closet be so full, but nothing fits what I'm going for? I would be embarrassed if I wanted something serious with Julian, but I'm just looking for a fuck, so hopefully, he overlooks the mess.

He sits on my chaotic bed and instantly jolts upward. With taut eyebrows, his hand explores beneath my pile of clothes and finds an egg-shaped device with a remote controller. The one I found in his room months ago and kept in case I felt up to it. Heat floods my face as his eyes fill with amusement.

"Looks like you've been putting this egg to good use," he teases.

The grin that forms on my face is a mixture of embarrassment and smugness as I pace over to him, snatching the device from his hands. "Sometimes Lorenzo needs a little extra help, so we use this." 

Tightly jaw, he says, "How long have you guys been a thing?"

I shrug. "We've been messing around for a couple of weeks. You don't have to feel guilty about kissing me. We aren't exclusive or anything. I can fuck and kiss whoever I want."

His face twists like he's in physical pain. "Yeah, that's not what I feel guilty about."

My defense wall soars higher, like I'm continuously adding bricks. For a second, deep inside me blooms a need to reassure him, to strip away his worries. But he doesn't deserve it. If he really cared about me at all, then I want him to see everything he lost-- everything he threw away when I'm gone tomorrow.

I nibble on my bottom lip as I close the distance between us. "You know... I used to be a stripper." For an hour, but the weekly course counts. "What if I show you a few moves I never shared with anyone? Then we can play with the vibrator." I run my fingers softly through his locks. "What do you say?"

He grimaces. "Better be good."

His retort nearly shocks me. "I bet you're hard already, and I haven't even done anything yet."

Julian uses one of the tees on the bed and covers the prominent dent in his trousers. "Good thing I didn't agree to a wager."

"Is that a yes, then?" I ask with a laugh. "With clothes or without?"

"Without."

My eyebrows jump to my hairline in delight. "How scandalous."

Luckily for me, my top was already off, and with small tits and a corset, a bra wasn't needed. Excitement brews inside me as I begin to show off the few tips Mika and Diablo shared with me. I lean forward and unbutton the denim skirt, leisurely slipping it off my hips. The pink-lace thong underneath is so me.

"I have something else to show you... Do you want to see?" I ask, tilting back to look into Julian's hooded eyes as he slowly nods. I wiggle my thong to fall to my legs and bend forward, spreading my cheeks apart. "It's a special gift just for you."

His eyes light up.

Lorenzo may or may not have convinced me to wear a butt plug for the entire night. At first, it felt really uncomfortable, but after a few drinks in... the sensation magically disappeared. Apparently, most men are into anal.

Giggling like a disty girl, I jerk my hips in a circular motion and run my fingers down the slopes of my hips. Julian's breath audibly hitches from my simple gesture. A devious grin stretches across my face as I look in my toy drawer, grabbing the handcuffs and swirling them around my fingers.

My vacant hand runs up my toned stomach until I reach my small tits, giving them a firm squeeze as I creep closer to Julian. His eyes watch my every movement closely, refusing to look away for anything, and I love it.

I'm going to have all the power tonight.

Julian's eyes widen an inch when I drop into a split, bouncing up and down to showcase my flexibility. I spin, shifting to my knees as I crawl toward him. Julian is eating out the palm of my hands. With each sweep of his eyes, a jolt of electricity runs through my body. He bends to close the distance between us, his hand desperate to get a feel of me, but I have another plan.

With an innocent smile, I cuff his wrist to the bedpost, restricting his mobility.

Before Julian could open his mouth to speak, I hush him with my finger over his lips. "Baby, it's time for you to sit back and enjoy what I have in store for you."

I drag my random computer chair into the center of Julian's gaze and settle on it. On each armrest, I perch my legs to give him a broad view of my clit. The muscles flex in his jaw as his tongue sweeps across to wet his lips like he's eager to eat his meal.

"So beautiful," he rasps.

I hum in delight. "What should I use first? My fingers or your little toy?"

"Surprise me."

"Okay."

My finger slowly trails down to my silts, the sweet sounds of arousal as I toy with my folds. I'm in very much need of relief-- sexual relief.

"So fucking soaked," he groans.

"I bet you wish this was your hand?" I tease, stroking my clit.

While one hand focuses on my clit, the other hand massages my nipples, squeezing my hardened bud between my fingers. A high-pitched moan slips through my lips as I insert a finger and pull out to show Julian the moisture on my finger.

"Taste yourself," he demands.

Opening my mouth, I press my digit on my tongue, savoring the sweet taste of my own arousal-- even in the faint light, the dent in Julian's trousers seizes my attention. I inhale deeply as I sink my fingers between my folds, chasing after my orgasm. It must be terrible to be confined to a bed when I'm having this much fun.

"Julian," I moan, biting on my lip. "Your fingers feel so fucking good inside. So warm and wet. Holy shit..."

A full-body shiver rolls through me when I press the vibrator against my clit-- the sensation enough to make my teeth shatter.

My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I swear to God my surrounding disappear, all my senses zoning in on the sensation radiating from the vibrator on my nub. "H-Holy fuck. It feels so fucking good."

"Keep your eyes on me, Isabela," Julian demands, his voice coming out in rasps. "I love the way you look when you come."

I whine, fidgeting my hips back and forth, seeking vigor friction on the sensitive points of my clit. It's painfully amazing, and I couldn't get enough of it. The tingles build in my lower region, and I know I'm fucking close to unraveling. My legs squeeze tighter around my hands as the vibrator is the only thing I can fucking feel.

Breathless screams pour from my throat as I fasten the pace of my fingers, angling them in a way that sends me over the edge. "Oh my god, Julian!" Everything hits in one go. I lose all function. My mouth opens on a silent yelp, incapable of forming a full sound when my body has lost control.

Everything is overpowered by the orgasm blazing through me, and it feels like I'm a volcano, quite literally exploding. I don't even fucking breathe, the sensation causing my vision to get spotty with black dots. Vaguely through my blurry vision, I glimpse a pool of liquid dripping off the seat. My body convulses. Every muscle tense as I withdraw my fingers and drop the egg beside me.

"T-That was something," I gasp, out of breath.

Before I could recollect myself from my intense orgasm, Julian splits the handcuff into two-- one cuff on his wrist and the other on the bedpost as he charges forward, hoisting me to the level of his face by my neck. The slight aggressiveness, but delicately on my neck, causes something to flutter in my belly.

"You got me this hard, Isabela," he groans, grabbing one of my hands to graze against his bulge. "You're going to be a good girl and fix it."

My body is on fire, goosebumps erupting all over every inch of my turn, more turned on when he pulls in for a kiss. It's a sloppy, delicious mess with our tongues fighting to acquire an upper hand.

"Am I being too rough?" Julian asks, severing the contact between our lips.

I shake my head. "Mr. Lui... I'm giving you permission to do anything you want with me."

"Fuck," he mumbles.

A rush of adrenaline courses through me when he flips me onto the bed, dragging my head to the edge of the mattress. His calloused fingers take sail, running over my sensitive nipples and pinches the peak.

"Mine. All mine," Julian insists, claiming my tits by spoiling them with sloppy kisses and flicks of his warm tongue.

"Are you sure about that?" I tease, earning a sharp pinch to my right nipple. "Julian..." I softly moan, adding emphasis by batting my eyelashes.

He laughs, unraveling himself from my body. The precise sound of his belt and trousers falling to the floor chime in my ears. Excitement floods through me. A healthy session in a bedroom involves both parties getting what they want. The source of light fades as his thick, long cock stands firm over me.

I swallow hard.

It's bigger than I remembered.

He's fucking huge. Will my mouth be able to take it all in? Veins travel up from the base and to his pink tip. Pre-cum coats the tip of his cock, and my thigh clenches. I want him.

Julian grabs a fistful of hair in each hand and tilts my face to line up with his cock. "Baby, I'm going to have so much fun fucking that cute little mouth of yours."

Without warning, he slams his hard dick into my mouth, stretching my jaw so wide. Oh, shit. What if I dislocate it? Could I? Because I would go to such far lengths to please him at the moment that I don't even care. I'm trapped between the mattress and his hip, filling my mouth as much as possible. The first touch to my tongue sends a shockwave through his body, drilling further in.

I roll my eyes up to look at him.

"Fucking hell," he grits his teeth, clenching my hair tighter in his fists.

Julian jerks my head forward, his cock already touching the back of my throat. Wow. That's not even half of his cock. Either he's huge, or I have an unusually small mouth-- probably both. Like a girl with the ambition to succeed, I lock my hands behind my back as I let Julian have his way with me.

My vision becomes chaotic as he uses the grip on my hair to thrust me back and forth at a rapid pace. His dark eyebrows pinch together in a taut expression as he mumbles curses, losing himself in the rhythm. I never realized how much fun sucking cock was until now. My spit coats his cock. Arousal drips between my legs.

"Just like that, baby," he groans, pursing his lips. "You're doing so fucking good."

He thrusts forward once more. Enough for my eyes to water and gag, but I loose my jaw, hoping to take another inch. Julian uses me like a toy, stretching my mouth and seeking his release. His cock pulses against my tongue, and I hope that means he's close. I want his come so badly. With quick, solid movements, his cock touches the back of my throat, and I slightly smile as his head drops back, staring up at the ceiling.

"F-Fuck!" he groans loudly, his body shuddering as his dick jolts in my mouth, his seed spewing into the back of my throat. The greenish-blue veins on his arms poking from the tense nature he was in as he slowly slides his cock out of my mouth. His thumb grazes my bottom lip. "Come here."

Sweet, baby Jesus, Julian pulls me in for another kiss, and I open my mouth to share the gift he just gave to me. His hot tongue swirls into my mouth. What a man. He doesn't shy away from a bit of spit and his own seed. I moan into his mouth while my hand plays with his hard cock. I think it's safe to say we're both ready for round two.

I pull away, smiling mischievously. "My turn. Sit on the bed. Now."

Julian instantly obeys, his dark, hooded eyes watching my every movement.

"I have a little secret," I whisper, sitting on his lap, arching forward to reach his ear. "I've always wanted to ride you." Spreading my legs, I leisurely slide down on his cock. "Be a good boy, and watch me take that thick cock of yours."

My hands caress my breasts as I sink fully onto his dick. Instantly, I whimper, and my mouth hangs open, barely able to move against him. He's bigger than I remembered, piercing through my tightness. Warmth fills my center.

His face is tense, gritting his teeth as I thrust in and out at a snail-like pace. "Fuck, you feel so good."

"O-Oh, God," I moan, unable to control the sounds coming out of me with the tiniest bits of movement.

Shifting to bare my weight on my triceps, I lean my arms on Julian's thighs and lighten the weight on my own legs, easier to bounce like this.

"You want it hard?" Julian asks, his hands roaming to my ass, palming them in his hands.

I nod. "Yes."

My approval unlocks something feral in Julian, and uses his grip on my ass to quicken the pace, bouncing me up and down on his dick. I cry out in airy moans of pleasure, my head falling back as he pounds into me. My cheeks flame with heat. My nails dig into his shoulders, and I bite them for fun.

"Tell me, you're mine, or I'll stop," Julian blurts out.

Confusion flickers over me. "W-What?"

"You heard me." Julian halts, leaving me full to the brim but with no route to move. "Say it."

Jesus fucking Christ.

The lengths I have to go through just to get some good dick!

"I'm yours, Julian," I whimper, his grip loosens, and I start bouncing on his thick cock. "Everything is yours."

He grunts, slamming his hips so hard, his balls bang against my thighs. His hands move to my bouncing breasts, massaging them as I reap up the pace. The tingles in the bottom of my stomach builds, and I know I'm so close. His cock slide in and out, stroking my pussy in indescribable ways.

"Right there, right there, right there," I chant in a low whisper as he thrusts up, matching my same vigor, his hips connecting with mine in a frenzy. My hand falls over my mouth, muffling my whimpers as he strums the sensitive nub of my clit.

"Oh, God! J-Julian, I'm going to come," I loudly moan, failing to muffle the sounds leaving me.

Julian grabs my ass, lifting me off his cock as he flips us over for him to be in behind me on all fours. He slams back into me, filling me to the ultimate brim that I fucking see stars. My ass clap from the friction of his motions, his balls hitting the nub between my legs. Julian thrusts so fast I don't get the chance to recover before another orgasm builds in my lower stomach.

Rough hands glide over mine, confining them to my back, my face meeting the floor, so he has my ass up for him. "You look so good taking my cock, especially with the butt plug in your ass. I could watch this all day."

His hand spanks my ass, causing it to shake as I gnaw at my bottom lip. He slams his length inside me, hitting the most sensitive spot a woman has. My eyes roll back, and my mouth falls open. The clap of his hips slamming against my ass builds.

"S-Shit, you're making me come again," I squeal, losing all my senses as the orgasm rocks through me, making it hard to breathe.

"Good girl," Julian encourages, with another slap on my ass. "Me too, baby."

Two more deep, full thrusts and Julian groans, his cock pulsating inside me, releasing his come inside me. Sweat coats my face as I finally regain proper breathing when Julian pulls himself out, leaving me empty.

He kisses each cheek before spreading them open. "I love seeing your pussy full of my come."

I laugh, fully collapsing to the ground. "I literally cannot move."

A burst of husky laughter escapes Julian's chest as he bears my weight in his arms, carrying me bridal style. "Good. Now, I can take care of you."

My eyebrows knit together. "Where are we going?"

"To clean you up in the shower."

Mmmm.

He must actually have feelings for me if he's willing to go to these lengths. I wonder what his reaction will be when I disappear in the morning.

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Hehehehhehehhe.... So ummmm how did everyone feel about that? Could you enjoy it even though they clearly have problems to solve?

So, I know a lot of you want Isabela to go batshit (rightfully so) on Julian and I promise you she will, but I hope you understand where she's coming from now reading her thoughts.

Do you like her paying back Julian by using him for sex only? How do you think he's going to react to it?

Who's ready for a screaming match?

How do you think he will react to the competition? It's the next chapter guys... are you excited? Nervous? Ready for bad bitch Isabela to slay everyone?

Thank you for reading my story and I can't wait to chat in comments with you guys!!!!

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