Fashioned For Sin

Chapter 43

I walked myself to the wine collection Leonardo had in his luxurious living room while swaying my hips to the beat of the music.

"Sway your hips while you can, girl, you won't be able to walk straight tomorrow." Karissa shouts from across the room.

Heat rose to my cheeks, "You are way too honest when you're drunk." I say with amusement in my voice, turning my head to Benedict, who was watching her dance with Ashley.

Julian, Matthias, and Max were on the couch, laughing to their inside jokes that I didn't quite catch because of the music. 

"Please take good care of her, Benedict."

My fingers trail the rows of untouched, expensive bottles of wine. You might as well put them to good use since Leo barely drinks any of it.

"What are you doing, hm?" I hear in my ear, feeling afamiliarr warmness pressed against my back.

"Leo, after they leave, you can have me to yourself all night. Maybe not all night because I'm very tired." I say, turning my body around so I'm faced in front of him, the wine bottles in the both of my hands.

"Is that right, Blair?" He replies bluntly, his voice low as his eyes trail on my body, quite literally undress me.

He closes the gap between us, lifting my chin up with the tip of his fingers so my eyes could meet his.

"I choose when to fuck you. Where to fuck you. How to fuck you. I'd fuck you right now, right here, with them in the living room, watching us. Watching me take your soul, little doll." He whispers in my ear, his lips leaving trails of kisses on my jawline.

His words send a thrill down my spine, they are exactly what I want him to do to me.

Even worse.

"You know what you do to me when you talk like that?" I reply as he lifts me on top of the wooden counter. 

"I do." He takes the wine bottles from my hands and places them on each side of me, his eyes never leaving mine.

Leonardo’s hands then gripped my hips tightly as I pressed my body against his, teasing him with a slow roll.

His breath was warm against my ear, his lips ghosting over my skin as he murmured, “You’ll regret teasing me, Blair. Or maybe you’ll beg for more.”

Before I could respond, a voice shouted from across the living room.

“We can leave if you two need a moment,” Ashley chimed, her tone laced with amusement.

My head snapped to the side, catching sight of Ashley and Daniel sprawled out on the rug. On the damn floor.

Karissa lounging on the couch with Benedict beside her, one of his arms draped around her shoulders and the other trailing up her thigh.

All four of them were watching us, their expressions ranging from amused to flushed.

My cheeks burned instantly. How had I not noticed them?

Leonardo, however, didn’t seem the least bit phased. His smirk widened, his hand trailing up to grip my chin and redirect my attention back to him.

“Watch if you want to. You boys do what's necessary. It doesn't matter if it's here." He says, his hands gripping the hem of my pyjama shirt and lifting it.

“Leonardo” I hissed, my voice a mix of embarrassment and arousal, my hands instinctively stopping him.

“Don’t hide from me, Blair,” he commanded, catching my wrists. His grip was firm but gentle, pulling my hands away from my chest. “Never from me.”