1. Emiliana

"This is insane"

"Check out six o'clock"

I follow Elena's hand and immediately shake my head "No, thank you. Next"

"Why not? He's hot"

"I'm afraid that if he twists his hand one more time, his wrist will fall off. Like we get it asshole. You're wearing an expensive watch"

"Fine. How about three o'clock" I nudge her in the ribs. She gives in and laughs "I wouldn't want his hands anywhere near me either"

"He should be taking care of his grandkids. Why the fuck is he here?"

"Do you think he can get it up?"

"Elena!" I admonish but we dissolve into a fit of laughter. I don't even want to know if he can get it up or not. As women from the mafioso, we are required to maintain our virginity until we get married. If my father catches wind of me being here, in a strip club, he'll skin me alive. But since he's on a trip, Elena, my cousin, convinced me to do something daring. She's crazy but I'm crazier. Her idea was to come to the strip club and get a lap dance. Fun but not as fun as giving one. So here we are. Choosing a suitable candidate for the dance. We made a deal with Valerio. The guy in charge of the dancers. He gives us a mask and we give him everything we earn. It's a shitty deal considering this is Vernetti territory and if we get caught we're dead, but he has a little crush on Elena so he let us in.

"Ten minutes tops and don't let them touch you" he hissed, his eyes raking over Elena's skimpy outfit. Not that mine was any better. It's called a strip club for a reason. Although, he added tiny little skirts over our bras and panties as if they were supposed to cover anything. Calderone women were blessed with a little extra boobies and butts. Tiny skirts do absolutely nothing for coverage.

I peruse the club, trying to find someone worthy of my attention. With my eyebrows furrowed, I rake my eyes over every table. I'm halfway through my perusal when I feel it. Him. Goosebumps rise on my skin and maybe it's the heat of his gaze that makes me turn toward him. Even though I can't see him. He's sitting in a corner, his face covered completely by darkness. The place is dimly lit but I can see other people's faces just fine. His is hidden and immediately I know he's the one. Tapping on Elena's shoulder, I say,

"Him" she follows my finger and scrunches up her face.

"I can't see his face. What if he's a psycho? Or worse, ugly?"

"How is being ugly worse than being a psycho?"

"Trust me, you'd rather find yourself with a handsome psycho than an ugly one. If he's to end me, I'd like to go with a handsome face. I might even let him bang me one last time"

"I swear you're the real psychopath here" clucking my tongue, I walk towards him. Elena whisper yells "Go girl" but I ignore her. My attention already on this man as if he's commanded it. From the corner of my eye, I see men turn their attention to my booty. In the few tables I've passed by, I've garnered looks and whistles. A natural reaction whenever men see my ass. Even in clothes -I mean covered up-, we still get the same reaction. I'm used to men trying to smack my ass. Trying being the operative word because anyone who ever made it lost that same hand thanks to Danillo, my bodyguard. He must be pulling his hair out by now because he can't find me anywhere. So why am I not worried about him ratting me out to my father? Because if he says he lost me, my papa will put a bullet between his eyes. He's a cool guy. Probably six to eight years my senior but if he dies, I won't be missing him. I've learned not to get attached to anyone or anything.

Back to Mr hot stuff. I've now stopped in front of him and because I can't see his face, I don't know what's going on with him. Would he like a lap dance? Or should I move on? But what guy wouldn't like a lap dance? I've never done it before but we watched a tutorial video before coming here. Hopefully, I won't make a fool of myself. I remember the tips clearly. Make a sexy approach was the first one. Done. Wearing heels guarantees a sexy approach. Provided you know how to walk in them. I'm not sure he can see my expression but I still go for an innocent one before circling his chair. I brush my fingers over his shoulder as I walk around him, almost pulling back from the tiny electric zaps I get when I touch him.

One lap should be enough. Isn't it? Screw it. This is for me. Not him. Who cares if it's enough? Going back to stand in front of him, I realize he's widened his legs. Without thinking, I step between them, shaking my ass in his face in what I think is a sexy move. I probably look like a monkey trying to shove my butt back into him but again, this is for me. Giving a lap dance is number nine on my bucket list so I had to do it. Even if I'm bad at it. My hips are still moving when I feel his hand on the back of my thigh. I freeze, wondering if they're supposed to touch. Shouldn't he be slapping me with cash? I have every intention of telling him that but then he pulls me back roughly. In my six-inch heels, I stumble and end up on his lap. Correction. I end up sitting between his legs with a fucking rod pressing on my near-naked ass.

My heart is almost beating out of my chest and I know I should get up and leave. But he leans forward, his front to my back and I catch a whiff of his cologne. Holy cow he smells divine. A mixture of cedar and sandalwood and something male. I find myself closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. I could use his perfume on my pillow and never get tired of the smell. I must have been too caught up in his scent because when he speaks, I jump. Startled by the deep tone. His breath smells of whiskey

"Why are you here, innocente? This is no place for someone like you" ah, I could listen to this voice forever. It's low, smooth and slid straight to my center. I've never been with a man before since we're required to maintain our chastity until marriage but I'm thinking, I could break that vow for him. Just so I would know what it's like to be with someone like him. And I must have left my sense at home because why would I think that about a stranger? I haven't even seen his face. This is insane. I should just... Every cell in my body freezes when I feel his hand between my thighs. Nudging my legs open.

"Spread your legs for me innocente" he murmurs in my ear and a shiver goes through my body. I'd managed to forget about the steel digging in my butt until he said that. Out of curiosity, I move a little and I swear it twitches beneath me. A thrill goes through me until I remember what's at stake. My father's honor. If my future husband finds out I'm not a virgin, it could lead to war. I can't let that happen. I can't let this man do anything to me. But even as I'm thinking that my legs are opening on their own. He pushes the thong aside and runs a finger along my slit. A place where no one has ever touched. Myself included "Do you even know what it means to be this wet for me, innocente?"

My eyes are closed. Every nerve ending alive and buzzing. I should speak but I think I lost my voice. His finger circles my entrance then moves up to my clit and I find myself biting back a moan. I also know he's teasing me. And half of me wants to protest while the other half is urging me to run away. This is wrong. I shouldn't let someone I don't know touch me like this but he's circling my clit, pressing and rubbing it until all I'm thinking about is the feeling low in my stomach and how to catch it. If he stops touching me, I think I'll die. Consequences be damned. This is just between us. No one has to know. God, his fingers... They're not even inside me and I'm already a mess. Working my ass up and down his length. This feels... oh God, oh my God. His other hand slides up to cover my mouth as if he knows what's coming next. Maybe he does. He looks experienced. How many women has he gotten off with those fingers? I want them inside me but I also don't want him to stop what he's doing.

"That's it. Come for me, innocente. Come" he commands. The combination of him digging behind me and his finger working my clit has me throwing my head back and moaning behind his hand, as a feeling of pure ecstasy barrels into me. I don't even care that he just did that in front of people. Or that I might be flashing them. This motherfucker just gave me my first orgasm in a club, in front of people. I want to see his face. I want it etched in my memory so I never forget him. But when I open my eyes, two things happen at once. I notice the man behind me lift his hand- the same one he had stuck between my legs- and put it in his mouth, sucking his fingers just as I see a familiar face weave through the crowd.

Angelo.

There's no time to process anything. I jump up and rush towards the back on my wobbly legs. I'd rather twist an ankle than let my brother see me like this. Because, unlike Danillo, he will tell my father I was here and I could end up with my privileges revoked. That is car, credit card, freedom, my life. God, what was I thinking? I didn't even see his face. When I stop in Valerio's office, he takes one look at me and jumps to his feet.

"Who is it? Point me in his direction and I will end him" for someone who's supposed to hate the Calderones, he sure is protective. I wonder what he's willing to sacrifice to be with Elena.

"Angelo"

"What?"

"Angelo is here. Find Elena before he sees her or you'll never see her again" his eyebrows furrow but he presses the Bluetooth in his ear and speaks rapidly. Two minutes later, someone herds Elena back to the office.

"Dude, what the fuck? I was having fun. That moron almost gave me all his money"

Shit. Money. I forgot to ask him for money. Although, shouldn't I be paying him for getting me off?

"Forget that. We need to leave like yesterday. Angelo is here. If sees us..."

"Come with me," someone says, making us jump. We turn around to find a big man -the biggest man I've ever seen- standing at the door.

"R...Rico" Valerio stammers "W...what... Is the boss here?"

"Clothes" he barks, his harsh voice making me pull Elena closer. When Valerio said the boss, did he mean Romeo Vernetti? Like the Capo of Vernetti territory? Shit! We are dead. We are dead. We are so dead. He's going to call my father and demand something ridiculous for us coming to his territory. Then papa will strangle the life out of me for putting him in that position. I would rather they kill me right n... "Let's go" he says again and I realize Valerio draped a shirt on my shoulders. Elena is wearing a t-shirt. She's eyeing the guy as if she wants to eat him for breakfast tomorrow morning. This bitch. Is she not scared we might never see the light of day again? Her father Amedeo is my father's younger brother and underboss. Like the rest of the organization, he only follows his Capo's orders. If my father decides to tie bricks to our legs and drop us in the nearest ocean, he'll do what he's told. Even if it involves his daughter's death.

"Oh my God, he's so hot. My coochie just came alive at his command" Elena whispers in my ear while pulling me outside.

"If papa finds out..."

"I'll ask for one last thing" I know what it is before she opens her mouth "To let this man be the one to take my virginity. No way I'm dying a virgin"

"EMILIANA!"

I jump at Danillo's voice. Fuck. He found us. I'm not getting in a car with him. I shove Elena's head down and quickly run towards the car this mountain has waiting. I know it's his because the guys who opened the doors nod at him before stepping back. We jump in while Danillo screams at us to stop. I would rather take my chances with this guy than with my pissed-off bodyguard.

"Drive. Get us home before he gets there"

"Yes ma'am"

If his reply is weird, I don't notice it. Because I'm too busy trying to process everything. Angelo, Danillo, Romeo, and that stranger who made me cum in the middle of a club full of people with just a finger. It was one by the way and it never even breached my pussy. What the fuck? How is that possible? And if a finger can get that reaction out of me, what about the rest of him? I've never been afraid of sex. I look forward to it. To the day my husband will take it. But after tonight, I'm not sure anyone can live up to that man. And I'm not so sure I want to be touched by someone else. I can still feel his touch on my private parts and I'm glad I'm not the one driving because I would have been tempted to drive back and let him fuck me before I die.

Or get whatever punishment my father deems fit.

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