Shocked, I studied my white top that was now covered in his fluid—the evidence of my capacity to make him cûm even when there had been two Leo ever since we left bar.

"I love the feeling of your fingers wrapped around my cock." He confessed softly, his eyes were closed and he looked serene. "Bliss, pure bliss."

That only statement had contended my drunk soul that somehow I satisfied him, even if I wasn't skilled in this subject. Thankfully, Leo had guided me, just like the day he did at Ryder's hotel. He knew it was new for me. I was like a newborn in subject of pleasing a man. Especially a man who was a walking sex god.

Perceiving the movement on his lap, his eyes flutter opened as I embraced myself on my knees, and pulling the top over my head I threw it on the coffee table. Now I was in a red lace bra and skin tight jeans in front of the devil.

His adams apple bobbed up and down when he stared at my chest with hungry eyes.

Under his hungry gaze I felt naked, completely naked.

"Payback time." He announced, suddenly rising in a sitting position causing the space between us apparently reduced to negligible.

My heart skipped a beat feeling the close proximity of him. My lips tingling to reach him and devour every inch of his mouth. Clearly, I needed to tackle the problem that was choking with my libido. It was either because of lust or perhaps I'd fancied him.

Former could be possible because of the other world full of forbidden desires that he had shown me the night I faked my drowning. While latter could be the ramifications of his natural blunt and playful behaviour towards me and also, the idea of him found my bold and sassy personality amusing; that Ryder never adored.

Tracing a pattern from my neck to the cleavage with his index finger he said huskily, "You marked me, now it's my turn." I swallowed a lump in my throat eagerly anticipating the scenarios of my earlier event. "You've marked your favourite parts of my body. Now," he whispered before gulping, "I'll mark mine."

Smacking his arm playfully, I got up from his lap and giggled while running to his room, "You'll have to catch me for that." I yelled and soon his heart warming chuckle and sound of his footsteps reverberated throughout the suite.

"Baby please, let me mark your tits." He pleaded with a cute pout on his face as he rushed into the room after me.

Seeing the cute pout, I bit my lip resisting the urge to throw him onto the bed and grind myself on his face.

You're a strong woman, Jane. Don't give into his charms that easily. Play with him and Make him desperate for you.

"Catch me, Leo." I laughed and ran towards bed but soon a pair of strong arms caught me from behind and tossed me onto the bed. I gasped as my back hit the soft material beneath me.

Smirking, he stooped down, grabbed my ankles and wrenched me near his body almost drawing the oxygen out of my lungs. I gulped in both fear and excitement at the sight of him as he straddled between my legs.

My eyes widened in fear as he produced a marker from his pocket and I immediately regretted the decision to make him desperate for me. Because now, in front of me, between my legs—was satan himself, with a gifted tongue.

He tucked a finger under my strap and said darkly, "Remove this yourself or else I've to do the honour."

It wasn't a request. It was a direct command, not by my boss Leonardo Vincenzo but Leo who happened to be my pretend boyfriend and now, was about to claim me.

I swallowed and arched my back to unhook the bra with my trembling fingers. Soon he lowered the cups of the bra to expose my nipples. His eyes darkened and my nipples erected under his penetrating gaze. Heart began pounding against my chest as I suspected him taking a deep breath.

Was he holding something back?

I chewed down my lower lip as the tip of marker gingerly brushed the swell of my right breast as if he would blemish me permanently if he hadn't been cautious.

"Gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous." He breathed, gently tucking my nipple between his fingers as he done with his work. Propping myself on elbows I curiously peeked at the artwork he had done on my body and gasped at the sight.

'Mine.' He had written on my right breast.

'Fucking Mine.' While this on the other one.

Now I was terribly aroused.

In the meantime, He clasped both of my breasts and pushed me back on the bed.

Grabbing his shoulders firmly, I threw my head back savouring every second of his electric touch as he began playing with my tits.

"All-" I gasped as his tongue made a contact with my erect nipple while his hand massaging other. "-grown up and still fascinated about nipples." Somehow I got able to say between his assault.

"Never underestimate the power of cleavage." He growled making his way to my another nipple. I moaned and felt his jeans tightened around the groin. Making the situation worse I wrapped my legs around his torso and thrust my hips towards him.

He groaned and left the nipple to attack my mouth. His fingers began caressing my clit while tongue exploring my mouth. Bliss, pure bliss. That's what I felt under his magical touch. My legs started quivering and there was only the sound of my erotic moans in whole suite as Leo making me feel like a goddess.

I couldn't bring myself to believe that I'd my jeans on when an earth shattering orgasm rippled through my body.

Clearly, In an art of worshipping a woman's body he was proficient.

He could've been tagged as an orgasm donor.

He left my lips and found his way towards the sensitive area under my ear. Damn him, how could've been someone so keen and familiar with the parts of my body when I had been so unaware about the same.

Annoyed, I grabbed his hair and raised his head to meet his hungry eyes. "Fuck me." I dictated.

He didn't look surprised. In fact, he was pissed off and eyeing me furiously as if about to chop my head for being the cause of interruption to his important task.

"Say please." He commanded firmly.

I gulped and nodded,

"P-Please."

My jeans gone. Panties gone.

His jeans gone. Briefs gone.

I'd a feeling that I wasn't gonna remember this in morning, however there would be only one thing that I'd never be able to get forget.

The second he entered me.

"Oh.Sweet.Jesus!" Somehow I managed to say.