I was enjoying Leonardo's hungry kisses in a private booth. His hands on my waist, leather jacket thrown away, three buttons of his plain shirt popped open, me sitting on his lap, running my fingers on the back of his neck, moaning in bliss.

"Mm. You're a crazy man, you know that?"

"I had no idea, signora. But you love this crazy man."

"Oh, yeah. That I definitely do." I breathed on his lips and passionately kissed him again. I wiggled to drive my crazy man more crazy. He moaned and pressed my body tighter against him. I bit his lip teasingly as I pulled away from him to catch my breath. His eyes were dark in desire he had awaiting for both of us.

Everything happened so fast after we walked in the club together. Everybody wanted to know who was the mystery girl with the man who never spoke a word about his private life. They were curious. I didn't give a shit about that. I was supposed to be with him and I am with him. He's mine and it was high time everybody gets that clear in their heads. We headed straight to the private booths to avoid curious and jealous looks everybody gave us, especially to me. The moment we earned our privacy, we had been onto each other, kissing and touching, murmuring sweet nothings and kissing again.

Suddenly we heard a rapt knocking on our sliding door, it opened and a very pissed off Adrian Agostini stood in front of us.

"Look what we have here. My a-hole little brother with my dear lovely Amy on his lap. Is this booth upto your expectations? Shall I get you something to drink?"

My lips curled up in amusement. "I'll have a lemonade."

He scowled. "Do you have any idea what you have done? You just ruined my weekend."

"I?" I asked, confused. "What did I do?"

"Aside from the fact that I am being bombarded with questions about you from the press outside, nothing."

Leonardo rolled his eyes. "Chill, brother. Sit down and relax. We all deserve it. Fuck the press."

Adrian cursed under his breath and sat on the couch in front of us. "You haven't ordered anything yet?"

"No." I mumbled shyly, blushing. "We have been busy."

"Keep the details to yourself."

The brothers began to have a nice chat among themselves while I stuck my face on the translucent glass wall and watched everybody below on the dance floor, start eyed. I could hear music blasting from the DJ but it was faint to us. People dancing, drinking, enjoying themselves. Amazed, I saw the bartender juggling bottles high up in the air then pouring liquids in fancy glasses from it. Colourful lights dazzled everywhere, illuminating this place. I was in awe.

How could I end up in a place like this to get drunk in despair back in America?

"I can't believe you own this place." I murmured, never taking my face off the glass.

"Amy, we own this place." Adrian said. "Come, sit down. Let's have a drink together before we go on our separate ways for the night."

Turning around, I faced them. "Can we go down there afterwards?"

"Maybe someday later. I have other plans for you." Leonardo smirked, naughtiness twinkling in his eyes and earned a kick from his elder brother. He shot him a glare and kicked him back.

Ignoring their immature behaviour, I sat beside Leonardo, my hand resting on his thigh, slowly caressing while my other hand was on his shoulder. I was practically clinging onto him like a leech but I didn't care. Hell, I wanted to cling onto him like a leech. Leonardo's hand slipped between my inner thighs and rested there. I scooted a bit more closer to him. Adrian shifted uncomfortably.

"You guys literally make my day. Power couple of the year! Because it's so damn embarrassing to see this sight." He said, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

His brother raised a perfect eyebrow. "Why not? I think we'd look good together on Forbes magazine. Sadly, we cannot pose for a photoshoot due to my Amelia's kidnapping past and the fact that I do not like photoshoot." He then turn to me, his chin held high in pride. "I rank under top ten. Did I ever tell you that?"

My mouth was left agape. "Er, no?"

He nodded. "I understand. You see, I rank under top ten while my brother ranks under top fifteen. There, now you know."

"I think, judging by her expression on her face... She doesn't know what Forbes magazine is. It's okay. You are still catching up with everything. Amy, Forbes magazine is-"

"I-I know what a Forbes magazine is!"

"Then I don't understand why you have that pale look on your face."

I played with Leo's shirt collar nervously. "Sorry. It's... It's just that I find it very strange..." I couldn't speak my words after that. I found it strange to hear words so... Heck, Forbes magazine? From what I had heard from my father long back, only the rich, influential, business people would get a spot in that magazine and these guys were talking about it as if it was some Sunday grocery shopping list. I remember a time where my father's boss's friend had got a chance to be in that magazine. He had told me about it when I was barely fifteen or sixteen.

I felt an assuring squeeze on my thigh. Looking at the owner of that hand, I saw Leo casually talking to his brother but his gaze was occasionally lingering on me. I realised that I had zoned out.

"Are we not going to order something?" I asked.

Adrian picked up a small remote from the table. It was black and three colourful buttons on it.

"It's a night of celebration. So who's gonna do the honours? Amy, Leo, nobody? Okay. I'll do it."

That idiot didn't even let us speak. He pressed a button on the remote and a few minutes later, a waitress came over. She said something in Italian which I could not decipher, her gaze constantly shifting to the Agostini son... the elder one, who was not surprisingly smirking at her.

After a strange ordering conversation between the three of them, the waitress left without asking me what I wanted to drink.

"What did you order?"

Leonardo pulled me close to him than I already was. His breath tickled in my ear, sending me shivers right down to my spine and heated my core as he spoke. "The finest bottle of champagne. Three glasses. A small box of strawberries and chocolate syrup."

I gulped, feeling my insides throbbing and screaming, begging for his touch. "What happened to lemonade and me being sober for the rest of the night?"

"You can have that later. A glass will not get you drunk. Besides, you've had it before."

I remembered the time when his father declared a toast on his son's name back at the party and how I threw the champagne right behind my shoulder instead of drinking it.

"Yeah, I sure did." I squealed. "I can't wait to have it again. That is my third favorite drink."

"Good girl." He tapped my nose and smiled.

I rested my head on his shoulder, my hand now resting on his semi bare chest as I silently watched the brothers laugh and talk with each other with a smile.

This is home.

Soon, the waitress came back with our order and was about to open the champagne bottle when Adrian stopped her by taking the bottle from her hand and told her to go.

"Drinking or no drinking, I just love popping champagne bottles open!" He said excitedly.

"Just do it already." Leonardo groaned.

I gasped in surprise and laughed, clapping my hands in excitement as Adrian unscrewed the bottle with a loud pop and poured golden brown liquid in glasses. Then he sat down and slumped back on the couch with sigh after handing us our glasses. He raised his glass.

"Well, here's to me. For being the saviour of the year. Without me, you two wouldn't be here together right now. Skipping over the fact that none of you have said 'thank you, Adrian or Adrian, you're the best', you're welcome. Though it did cross my mind that I should kick Leo's ass out of the family and take over everything myself, I realised that I'm not exactly qualified nor perfectly trained to do that forever. You have my pity, brother."

It took us a minute to register his words and when it did, Leonardo cleared his throat awkwardly. "I do know that I have not exactly lost my manners and I have been taught to say thank you and sorry at very, very extreme cases."

"And...?" His elder brother looked at him expectantly. He sure is enjoying a lot to see his brother in this kind of situation.

"It has come to my attention that this is a very, very extreme case. So... grazie, fratello."

I cooed. "Do I get to see you guys hug? I've never seen it before."

"No." They answered in unison.

I sighed in defeat. Hugging would have added the perfect cherry on top.

This time Leonardo raised his glass as a toast. "Since my brother is now happy with his newly founded oversized ego, I'd like to propose a toast too." I laughed and Adrian mouthed something like 'you owe me' to Leo and shook his finger. He ignored him and faced me, eyes boring deep into mine. "To us. May we finally live the rest of our lives in peace and in love."

Damn him and his smooth words to hell! How can he do that so easily? Make me feel butterflies in my stomach.

"You are making me sick now." Adrian grumbled and faked a gag. "Just get on with it already."

I gave him a pointed look. "Shut up. When you finally feel that way for someone then you'll realize it."

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. "In your dreams. I've got a long bachelor life to live."

I stuck my tongue out and pouted childishly. "Whatever. So are we done with this toasting thing?"

Leonardo hummed, scratching his chin. "We will be if you want to say something."

I thought for a really long moment then said. "To my quiz next week."

Adrian's eyes popped out of their sockets. "That beats everything. Cheers!"

I laughed. "Cheers!"

We clinked our glasses together and drank our champagne. The fruity, bubbly liquid trickled down my throat creating strange, fuzzy sensation in my stomach.

"You like it?" Leo asked.

I nodded. "It's something different but it's good."

"Here. Try a strawberry with it." He took my champagne glass and handed me the box of fresh strawberries. I took one and put it in my mouth.

"Mmm. Thish ish goofh." I spoke with my mouth full and moaned.

"Not a full strawberry at a time, Amy. First finish that up and take a sip again."

I finished eating that strawberry then out of nowhere, Leonardo Agostini became a shameful man again in front of his elder brother by pulling me to his lap with a strawberry in hand.

"Leo, what are you doing? Not in front of..."

"Time for some winery lessons." He whispered huskily and handed me my glass. "Take another sip."

I kept my gaze fixed on him as I took another sip and kept the glass on the table. He brought the fruit to my lips.

"Bite. Slowly."

I took a bite, my tongue licking his majestic, talented fingers before I sucked them and put a piece of strawberry in my mouth.

"Eat." He instructed, his eyes dark in raw lust. "Better than before?" I nodded, feeling my cheeks burn. I didn't notice that my hands were caging him on the couch. The tension between us had soared to unreachable heights and I was dying to surrender to it.

"What... What is that syrup for?" I asked, my blush never fading away.

His lips moved to my ear. "I prefer chocolate dipped strawberries with my champagne. I want you to try it."

It was only my third sip of champagne but I had already become drunk in love and desire I had for him. Eagerly, I watched him dip a small portion of strawberry in the syrup, tapped it gently in the corner to remove excess then brought it to my lips. A drop of chocolate fell on my lower lip and very slowly, scratch that, very seductively I licked it off with my tongue.

He smirked. "Bite."

My tongue swirled around his thumb, sucking and biting it before I repeated my actions with the rest of his fingers. He hissed and groped my butt with his other hand, pushing my center right above his stirring manhood. I felt myself getting wet and I feared that I would stain his jeans if I continued this any longer. So, I took the bite.

"Good girl." He groaned softly in my ear. "Now feed me."

I reached out for the strawberry box between us but Leonardo grabbed my wrist, preventing me from picking up the fruit and hungrily covered my mouth with his. I melted in his arms like a candle and grabbed his shoulders for support. I parted my lips open, allowing his demanding tongue to ravish my mouth. His mouth hungrily explored the taste of champagne, chocolate and strawberry off my mouth. I kissed him back with equal passion, greedily feeding him the desserts I stored for him. Our tongues dueled as he ate my mouth and the strawberry.

"Oh God Leo... Leo..." His hands roamed all over my body, turning the spark into a wildfire in me.

"Amelia, more... give me more... I need more."

My lips transferred to the hollow of his neck and sucked it hard. He caressed my back with his knuckles and whispered words of encouragement. My eyes fluttered open and a chill went down my spine when I saw a deliberately shocked, champagne glass half hanging in the air, pale faced, somewhat scared and repulsed Adrian Agostini, sitting right in front of us.

Shit.

Leonardo pressed my body and groaned, his accent thick. "Little girl, why did you stop? You were doing so good on your winery lesson."

"Um," I awkwardly cleared my throat, my cheeks turning crimson red in embarrassment. "We are forgetting about someone."

"What?" He snarled and pulled away. "What are you..." I grabbed his chin and made him face his elder brother. "... Cazzo!" He exclaimed angrily and quickly grabbed his leather jacket to cover my legs. "Brother, what are you...! Have some shame!"

"Oh Dio. It's like watching live porn, but I'm so disgusted right now because it's my little brother starring in it." He grumbled and took a sip of his drink. He clicked his tongue in distaste and kept the glass down. "You ruined my only glass of champagne."

"Shame on you!"

"This is a public private booth. Shame on you too. The door's open and you hadn't even bothered to pull the curtains for some privacy, scratch that, you forgot that your elder brother is also in the same booth with you."

"Then shame on both of us! You could have left and given us some privacy."

Adrian's eyes twinkled in amusement. "I was curious to know why all of a sudden my brother, who never shares anything with me, was so enthusiastic on sharing his strawberries with you."

"Shame on you again!" God, why can't I just die of embarrassment? "That's two shames. Two! Get out of here. You got to open the bottle and we did some talking. Now leave."

He got up and mocked a salute. "Aye, aye, capitano. Amy, my pornstar brother, I'll see you both on Monday."

"Pull the curtains and slide the door close, will you?" His brother said after cooling down a bit.

Adrian wiggled his eyebrows and winked at me. "Si, capo."

"Prick." Leonardo muttered to himself and scoffed as soon as Adrian left.

I patted his head. "There, there. Don't go all angry macho on your brother. You love him."

"Correction. I adore him. I leave the love part to the bellissimo donne in my life."

I raised my knee to his inner thigh and rubbed it, my heels shining in the light. "My, my, you are one man with smooth words. But I don't want words anymore, capo." I purred, biting his earlobe. He groaned softly and rested his hand very close to my burning core. "I'm hungry for more strawberries. So are you feeding me now or should I..."

"It's my turn."

Dipping a large portion of strawberry, purposely coating his thumb with the rich dark brown liquid, he brought it to my lips again. I finished my champagne in one gulp and latched my mouth onto his thumb, hollowing my cheeks and sucking it dry.

"Fucking corrupting you," He breathed raggedly, watching me lick the tip of his thumb then take a huge bite of the fruit between his fingers, slowly grazing them all with my teeth. "You'd like something bigger and better than my thumb, won't you? Mmh. Maybe I'll get you into practice someday."

I moaned, half strawberry fruit between my teeth and crashed my lips on his.

We continued our little game till we ran out of champagne and strawberry. By the time it ended, I was grinding myself on his lap, raking his soft hair with my fingers, leaving love bites on his neck, marking him mine to show the world. My toes curled when he kissed me ferociously, his tongue exploring my mouth as if it was his first time. My entire body tingled in excitement. I wanted him.

"Amelia... you are driving me crazy."

"I feel the same, Leonardo." I murmured breathlessly, my heart pounding in my chest. I was hypnotized by his touches.

His hand slipped between my legs, inside my dress and touched me down there. "You feel so warm, Amy. Dripping filthy wet on my lap, hmm. Getting turned on, aren't you?"

"Yes." I cried in happiness when he padded his thumb on the thin material, giving me the relief I need so bad.

I felt his fingers travel upwards in search of the hem line of my panty and his expression morphed into an adorable confusion when he didn't find any.

"What..."

"What am I wearing inside?"

"I... You... naughty little girl."

I licked his ear in an effort to seduce him more. He shuddered. His eyes met mine and I realized that he had now surpassed his limit. "Why don't we go somewhere extremely private and you see what I'm wearing inside?"

His fingers brushed my hair back as he pecked my lips. "Let's get out of here."

******

The trip to a room was the longest and filled with tension between us. Ignore the fact that the hotel was right above us and Leonardo had got us a room at the top floor.

When the elevator opened with a faint ting, I was surprised that we had reached directly in a suite instead of a room. It was beautiful. In built open kitchen (sadly none of us knew how to cook), huge carpeted living room with adjoining dining room, beige coloured walls with paintings hanging on it. It gave me the vibe of being home.

"Why are we here?"

"To fuck you hard." Leonardo answered from behind.

I gulped, feeling hot as always. "I-I meant to ask why aren't we in a common room like last time?"

His knuckles caressed my back sensually, sending a new flood of wetness to my core. "Because that hotel was not mine and I wanted to be low last time. This is mine."

My eyes widened. "This is yours?"

"Si. It is." He confirmed with pride laced in his voice. "And now, I want something else as mine."

My breath vanished into thin air as he slipped down the sleeve off my right shoulder, revealing a thin strap of my lingerie.

"White." He rasped in my ear, playing with the strap. I couldn't move an inch. "Pure. Innocent. Opposite to what I truly am."

"N-Not to me." I blurted and bit my tongue harshly.

He grabbed my cheeks, his fingers deliciously painfully digging in it. His eyes were dilated, blazing fire. "What. Did. You. Say?"

"I said not to me. I-I do find you kind sometimes. You were kind enough to not to kill me when we first met."

His grip loosened and traced his finger over my lips oh so softly. "Because I knew we'd be playing lots of sadistic games together. A mere distraction in the form of a little twenty three year old girl to me."

I knew what was coming next. "What changed then?"

He chuckled darkly. "Little did I know that I was falling hard for the distraction."

I turned around and faced him, craning my neck slightly upward to meet his eye. My voice thick in overwhelming emotions. "I love you. I always have been and I will always do. No matter what. Be it ten years, twenty years or forever, I'll never stop loving you."

A faint smile tugged on his lips. "That feels good to hear."

Then he captured my lips with a loving kiss and pulled down my other sleeve. Surprised, I pulled back and covered my almost revealing chest with my palms.

"What's wrong?" He asked in concern.

I laughed nervously and pulled my sleeves up. "Nothing. The dress isn't removed like that."

"Oh really? Then why don't you show me how it's done in the bedroom?"

My breath hitched. He grabbed my hand and pulled me inside a room. A bedroom. My heart was beating wildly as I stood in the middle, hearing Leonardo lock the door with a loud click and walk around. I looked over my shoulder and saw him sitting on a single seater sofa with his legs wide open, a growing bulge prominent on his lap.

"Strip." He growled.

Blinking, I stared at him innocently.

"Amelia, don't act dumb. I said strip."

I reached out for my hair, removed two hair pins and dropped them on the floor, gently massaging my hair from the nape of my neck and pushing them all onto my left shoulder. Leonardo hummed in appreciation and leaned back, adjusting his now uncomfortable jeans. I took my earrings off next, purposely tilting my neck to show off some skin, though I knew that I would definitely be showing off my every covered skin in a few minutes.

"Clothes. Off."

Quivering in excitement, I touched the small zipper, hidden under a thin layer of my shiny silver dress behind my back and pulled it very slowly till it was completely down to my legs. I pushed the sleeves off my shoulder and the dress was now carelessly fallen on the floor.

I blushed under his gaze. He was taking in every curve I revealed. It was a deep v, lacey halter neck which did a very poor job on covering my assets but enough to make him stare at me like as if I was the most desirable woman to him. I didn't wait for his next instruction and bend down to remove my heels. He moaned like an animal in pain and cursed multiple dirty profanities.

"Leave the heels. Come here." He ordered breathlessly and patted on his lap where his bulge had turned into a tent. I smiled to myself. I did that to him.

I sat on his lap, my legs dangling on one side and wrapped my arms around his neck. He spared no time to explore my body with his hands.

"Nice." He licked his lips as he pulled down the straps to reveal my breasts. "Very, very nice."

"You like it?" My voice barely a whisper.

"Very. A fucking goddess in my arms." His thumb rolled over a taunt nipple and took it in his mouth. I cried in ecstasy. He tortured me relentlessly, giving equal attention to both by flicking it with his tongue and pinching it with his fingers till I was a moaning mess, begging for relief. I had no courage to look down on his jeans and see his enormous bulge slowly thrusting right into my wet, thin lacey covered center. I knew I had stained his jeans.

"Leo." Pleasure shot up my spine and landed right below my navel when he sucked hard on nipple again, his hand massaging my other breast skillfully. "Please... no more."

"Wanted to love this body before fucking it hard. You want me to skip the loving part? Mm. Greedy Amy. Why don't tell me what you want, huh?" He breathed against my right breast and sucked it hard, leaving a mark. His hand ventured south and I gasped when he tore away a thin flimsy layer of lace between my legs and ran his thumb over my heat, stopping right below my swollen nub.

My eyes squeezed shut and I whined, tugging the collar of his shirt with my fists in frustration. "Leonardo. Now."

I wiggled my hips, hoping to create some friction and groaned when he pulled his finger away.

"Tell me what you want, Amelia. I'd love to know. My fingers, my mouth or my cöck?"

My grip around his collar tightened infinitesimally. Shameless man. He was teaching me to talk dirty with him. Before he could speak more dirty, I shut him up with a kiss and my fingers fumbled to open his remaining shirt buttons. I gasped in his mouth when he pushed two fingers inside without any warning and slowly began to pump in me.

"Leonardo..." I murmured, moving my hips in rhythm with his fingers and grinding his lap again. My body began to vibrate in need as I felt my knees turn into useless blubber. A loud moan escaped from my lips when he curled his digits and gently tapped on a spot that drove me crazy. "Leo... yes... Mm. Right there... oh God." My mouth fell into a silent O as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge. My ears began to ring as he filled them with words I'll never have the strength to speak so shamelessly.

His thumb finally padded over the sensitive bud and rubbed it vigorously.

"Shit! Oh my fucking... yes!" I hissed. My back arched violently and I grabbed the armrest for support. He slid a hand on my back, elevating and smoothly running his fingers on it as his pace increased tenfold.

Then suddenly he pulled his fingers out. Anger boiled in my veins and I shot him a glare that could kill him over and over again. Why did he do that?! I was about to dive into Niagara Falls.

"What the hell?" I snapped breathlessly.

He ignored my protest and got up from the sofa, licking his fingers clean. I did notice the push he gave my legs to get up and I was definitely ready to shoot that smirk on his face with his own gun.

"You forgot what I said. Clothes. Off."

Desperate for a release, I almost ripped off my lingerie into two pieces and threw it on the floor with my legs wide open, resting on each armrest. Poor thing. I had spend a lot of money on that piece of cloth. My heels were still on, just like he wanted.

He shook his head in amusement, mentally clicking this sight of me in his brain. His lustful gaze raked all over my body then landed on my stomach. His eyes diluted. "What is that?" He pointed to a corner of my stomach.

I looked down and blood drained from my face when I saw the familiar writings in black ink. Holy shit. I totally forgot about this. I laughed nervously. "... Surprise?"

"You got a tattoo and you did not tell me? Let me see." He sounded extremely excited.

Quickly, I covered it with my hand. "Yours first!" I blurted accidentally. Hell, at least I'll get to see him bare chested and ogle while I mentally drown in embarrassment.

He stopped midway. "You... You want to see my ink first? You have seen it before and you will be seeing it in a few seconds again."

I lifted my head high, a bold gesture to meet his eye. "Then you'll see mine too in a few seconds. Clothes. Off."

He smirked and removed his shirt, revealing his bare torso and tattoo on his shoulder. He took out a foil packet from his pocket then swiftly pulled down his jeans along with his boxers. My breath vanished from my lungs when I saw his erect manhood, ready for action. He sat straight on the bed, wore the protection then patted the mattress, motioning me to join him.

"Come here."

My knees wobbled as I walked towards him. Quickly, he grabbed me and pulled me to his lap. My face got buried on the crook of his neck, inhaling his manly scent.

"Ride me, Amy. Push me so deep... so fast that it will make us lose our fucking minds when we come."

"Leonardo," I moaned in his ear as I let him enter me slowly. A sharp hiss left my lips when I felt a twinge of pain. The discomfort went away as quickly as it came. It took me some time to get adjusted to his size and when I did... Holy Mother of God, this man can go on for miles. "Oh God, Leo, I d-don't... shit. I don't know..."

He grabbed my hips and pushed it forward. I threw my head back as we moaned together. I started moving my hips, slowly catching up a rhythmic pace which drove us to insanity.

"Leo!" I cried in pleasure when I felt myself reaching close to my peak. He was hitting me at places no one had ever been before, making my body quiver in need. I clenched around him.

"Fuck, Amy!" He hollered and quickly changed our positions. My back hit the soft mattress and my mouth fell open, moans after moans flying out of it. Leonardo spread my legs wide open in the air as he kept pounding in me mercilessly, both of us drenched in sweat. He kissed my ankles softly before removing my heels and threw them in a corner. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist while he pushed my arms above my head, our heavy breaths mingling as we race towards the finish line together.

"Yes, yes, yes..."

"Get there. Fucking do it." He bit my nipple harshly while his thrusts became uncontrolled. His hand slipped in between us and played with my soft bundle of nerves.

I came, screaming his name. His thrusts became shorter and shorter as I greedily clenched around him, feeling myself floating in euphoria. Suddenly, he stilled and I felt him erupt in the rubber barrier between us.

Together, we were floating in the clouds till we finally crash landed on planet Earth.

"My name on your body has to be the hottest thing I have ever seen." He panted as he ran his thumb over my tattoo. "A goddamn turn on."

"Shut... up." I said breathlessly.

"Tired?" He asked.

I was surprised to feel some energy left in me. So I shook my head.

I squealed when he flipped me on all fours and pushed aside my hair from my ears. He whispered huskily. "You better not be for the rest of the weekend."

Then he slammed in me from behind.

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