Page 10 of Depraved Temptation

"You're more famous than I am here," I chuckle, shaking his hand. "She's in for a real treat."

He raises an eyebrow, curiosity evident. "You're not jealous? This is a unique situation."

"Why would I be?" I ask with a smirk. “Besides, I trust Lila.”

His laughter is genuine, a rich sound that fills the room. "Fair enough."

I fill him in on the plan. "I've texted Lila to meet me here. She doesn't know you'll be teaching her. Let's keep it a surprise."

He nods in understanding. "Sounds exciting. I'll make sure she has a good time."

"I'll be sitting over here, but I won't interfere," I assure him as I point to a chair in the corner of the room. I’m just getting settled when the door to the studio opens.

Lila steps in, hesitation momentarily evident in her graceful posture. The soft glow from the studio lights spills onto her, accentuating the contours of her body. Dressed in form-fitting dance attire, the material clings to her in all the right places, emphasizing the delicious curves that make her unmistakably feminine. It's almost impossible not to note how damn sexy she looks.

Her hazel eyes, wide and searching, probably scan for me. But then they lock onto Leo. Any trace of doubt vanishes, replaced with pure astonishment. For a split second, the world seems to pause—her face a picture of radiant disbelief and elation.

"Leo Martinez?" she breathes out, almost as if saying his name would confirm he's real.

The charming dancer approaches her with a grin, "In the flesh. One of the patrons has arranged for you to have a private lesson with me."

Lila's face goes through a range of emotions: shock, gratitude, and excitement. "I... I can't believe this," she stammers.

Her nervous energy is palpable even from where I stand, but Leo, ever the professional, places a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Ready to dance?"

Their lesson starts with some basic steps, and as the minutes pass, Lila visibly relaxes, her natural talent shining through. The two move in sync, effortlessly picking up pace and complexity. It's beautiful to watch—her grace paired with his expertise.

Then, the routine shifts. Leo starts guiding her through a series of sensual moves, their bodies close, almost intertwining. Every tilt of her head, every arch of her back, radiates sensuality. I can feel the temperature in the room rise, the air thickening with tension. The dance continues, building up, growing more intimate and passionate with each passing second.

After guiding her through the final steps, Leo steps back, eyes locked onto Lila's. "That was impressive," he says, voice husky. "Now, the key to mastering that is to perform it. It'll help you internalize the moves."

Lila swallows, a blush staining her cheeks. She looks unsure, vulnerable, and yet there's a spark of determination in her eyes. She's up for the challenge. “You want me to perform it… for you?”

A gnawing feeling of possessiveness grips me, and I stand up confidently.

"Wait," I command, my voice more forceful than I'd intended. Both Lila and Leo turn to look at me, surprise evident on their faces.

Lila's lips part slightly, her breaths coming faster. "Alexander? What are you—"

I hold up a hand, silencing her, and turn my gaze to Leo. "She'll perform the routine," I state, my eyes never leaving Lila, "but it'll be for me. Only me."

Leo raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips, but he doesn't object. Instead, he steps back, giving Lila and me the floor. I sit down again and wait as the music begins.

Lila starts off slowly, swaying her hips to the beat of the music. With each step, she moves closer to me, her movements becoming more suggestive and provocative. Her gaze never leaves mine as she slides her hands up and down her body, enticing me with every movement.

I’m mesmerized as she moves, her body fluid and sensual. As the music grows louder and more intense, so does her dancing. Her body twists and turns, her hips undulating, her breasts bouncing tantalizingly. I can feel myself getting harder with every passing second, and I know I can't resist her for much longer.

As the song reaches its climax, Lila moves closer, straddling my legs, her body pressed against mine. My hands rove over her curves, my thumbs brushing over her nipples, pebbled and hard with desire. She moans lightly, her head dropping back. She feels amazing, and I want to touch her everywhere, claim her completely.

The beat of the song pumps through the air, and with a final thrust of her hips, Lila throws her head back. I need to taste her, feel her. I cover her mouth with mine, my tongue exploring her. She groans, pressing against me with all her weight, her arms wrapped around my neck. I can feel almost every inch of her, and my erection throbs in response.

Leo's voice brings me to my senses. "Lila, why don't we take a short break?" he asks, clearing his throat.

Without looking at him, I say, "I think you're done here."

I hold up a hundred-dollar bill for him, which he takes after just a small hesitation. Lila stays in my lap, panting, breathless and flushed, waiting. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the door shuts behind Leo and we're left alone in the studio.

I kiss her again. She responds with fervor, her tongue tangling with mine, her hands roving over me, exploring every inch of my body, memorizing me, marking me as hers. I don't want her to stop, and I give her no chance to, deepening our kiss and teasing her with my hands. She moans again, squirming against me.

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