Fighting For Mr. Beautiful: Eternal City Love, Book 2

by Passarelli, Caterina

  “Take me to Leo,” I say to Mateo, who was patiently waiting for my answer.

  “As you wish. You’ve made a good choice.”

  “What were you instructed to do if I said to take me home?”

  I know Leo would have a plan for anything.

  “To drive around the city for hours until you changed your mind.” I knew it! He’s relentless. I laugh at what a crazy man he is, and Mateo laughs too!

  “Mateo, I feel like over this time you’ve been my bodyguard, you’ve gotten to know me better as a person.”

  “Of course, Signora Scott. I have the utmost respect for you.”

  “With that respect in mind, could you answer a question for me? Do you think Leo is a good choice for me? I decided I can’t judge him for his past mistakes towards me if I can’t remember them, but I don’t want to be made a fool again. What do you think?”

  Mateo takes a minute to compose his answer and then he breathes deeply.

  “I’ve known Signor Forte since he was a little boy—maybe two or three years old. Always running around, getting into things he shouldn’t have, exploring, and asking questions. Doing what little boys do.

  “But besides being a little boy, he had the heart of a giant. Always kind—towards family, strangers, animals, other kids—he wanted to give everything that he owned to them.” Mateo pauses for a brief moment to take a sharp right turn, never taking his eyes off the road as he speaks. “Then his father passed away and his mother closed herself off to the world. I saw a shift in Leonardo. He’d never admit it but he closed himself off too. He threw himself into his schooling then work—I think making up for the fact that he was now the man of his family. A family watched by the public eye.

  “He took me on as his private staff and I’ve been by his side every step of the way. I’ve seen everything—including his lack of real relationships with women. Yes, he’d take women on dates but he’d cycle through them like they meant nothing. Before you, I can honestly say I’ve never seen him open his heart towards anyone like this.

  “I don’t think he’d tell you this but he hadn’t gone into a hospital since his father passed. Even with his mother’s breast cancer scare, he’d be waiting for her at home after each test. He can’t stand being in a hospital. But when you were shot, he stayed there every single day. He never went home. I brought him clothes and food. He stood by your side willing you to get better, to wake up.”

  He stops the car in front of a restaurant, which I recognize was directly across the street from the Coliseum. Mateo drove around in circles to answer my question. And what an answer it was.

  “Mateo, grazie you for your honesty,” I say as he takes my hand and leads me towards the front door of the restaurant.

  A waitress escorts me up several flights of stairs to a rooftop patio as the day has grown into early evening, and the sun’s oranges and reds light the sky with the Coliseum directly across the street, and I see my Mr. Beautiful waiting for me, standing at our table. I notice it’s the only table on this rooftop patio—we have the place to ourselves. Red rose petals and candles trail the way to the table. My heart melts. No one has ever done anything this romantic for me before, ever.

  I walk slowly towards Mr. Beautiful and he flashes his perfect white teeth at me in a captivating smile.

  “Cara, I’m so glad you’ve decided to join me.” I don’t know if he’s surprised or not, he’s not giving anything away.

  “Leo, I don’t know what this means for us, but I know that I love having you in my life.”

  He pulls the chair out for me and then pours both of us flutes of champagne. I notice rose pedals frozen inside ice cubes in the champagne bucket. He definitely knows that red roses are my favorite!

  “Your scavenger hunt was a lot of fun. Who were all those people with the envelopes?”

  “I’ve never done anything like that before,” he says, taking a sip of his champagne. “Those were employees at Forte Enterprises—except for the lady in the gelato bar. She’s the owner and a friend. They were all very excited to help me out and to get a glimpse of the woman who stole my heart.”

  “I bet! I was so excited I couldn’t even eat my gelato!”

  “I’ll take you back one day for more,” he promises with a laugh.

  Our waiter approaches with an appetizer of prosciutto cups, and Leo lets me know that he’s taken the liberty to order for us. I’ve secretly always wanted a man who takes charge of any situation; I find his alpha side extremely charming. It’s exhausting always being the one who makes the decisions. I’m also used to always picking up the bill for my ex-boyfriends and me. #Scrubs

  I dig into the appetizer and let out a little moan of pleasure. Delicious! I wipe my mouth with my napkin and, after placing it back into my lap, I look up to find Leo staring at me. He hasn’t touched his food. His eyes look dark and he looks hungry for one thing and one thing only: me.

  “I could watch you eat for days,” he says, reaching for his own food. “I’ve told you this before. You make the cutest little noises when you eat something you enjoy. I think I’m hard now, just from hearing you.”

  I have something else on my mind though.

  “Have you been with anyone since I ended things between us?” I blurt out. I’m nervous to hear his answer, but I need to know, especially after deciding to show up here when he made an ultimatum.

  “No—you’re it for me.”

  Just like that, I let go of the breath I didn’t even realize I was holding. He had absolutely no reason to wait for me to come around—because I didn’t even know myself if I was going to—so it makes me feel much better to hear no other woman has been with him.

  “Can you say the same?”

  “No,” I utter, intoxicated by his eyes on me, “I mean … yes! I can say the same, I have not been with anyone else. I did kiss my neighbor—but kissing was as far as we went.” Way to fumble your words dumbass!

  Leo laughs a belly laugh.

  “Are you trying to give me a heart attack bella?”

  “I’m sorry! I was so happy to hear that you haven’t slept with anyone else that I wasn’t really paying attention to your question,” I say.

  “I don’t think I could ever sleep with anyone else ever again. You and I have something electric. You might not remember, but our sex was always very hot. You’ve ruined me for all other women.”

  “That actually makes me nervous.”

  “Why cara?”

  “Because … what if I don’t remember how to be that girl? I don’t think I’ve ever had ‘hot sex’ with anyone before. I can definitely say that my past boyfriends weren’t complimenting me on my sex appeal.”

  I lean back from the table and fold my arms across my chest, letting insecurities creep over me.

  “I will gladly throw all this food off the table and fuck you right here, right now. I’d be happy to put my tongue between your thighs and make you my dinner. Your gorgeous tits for my appetizer and your pussy for my main course. I can assure you that you have sex appeal. Don’t ever doubt yourself again.”

  Another pair of panties drenched by Leo. I sure hope I don’t let him down!

  His hand is on top of the table and I reach over to interlock our fingers. I think over what Mateo told me in the car about Leo being in a hospital for the first time since his father’s death just to be with me. I also think about how he’s put up with my confusion and mood swings—pushing him out of my life and then willing to try again.

  I take a deep breath and then pour out my feelings.

  “Thank you for having confidence in me. Thank you for waiting for me. Thank you for staying in the hospital with me. Thank you for being kind to me even though I feel like I’ve been a crazy woman. Thank you for putting this date together. Thank you for … everything.”

  I squeeze his hand, wishing in this moment he would make good on his threat—throwing all this food off the table and fucking me on top of it. I want him all over me, inside of me.

/>   “Cara, you don’t have to thank me for anything. Not a single thing. You did the most selfless thing anyone could ever do for another person by jumping in front of that bullet. I owe you thanks.”

  “I understand why I took that bullet for you,” I say with 100-percent certainty. “Now I wish I could remember who fired it.”

  Our waiter strolls back to our table carrying a big tray of food—two juicy T-bone steaks, sautéed spinach, and more champagne.

  We eat and talk, answering some of the basic ‘getting to know you more’ questions as we watch the sunset. As fun as this date is, I’m ready to get out of here and get myself beneath this man. If I don’t have his cock inside me tonight, I think I’ll scream. Actually, let’s hope I am screaming.

  11

  Mateo drives us back to Leo’s home in Tivoli, just outside of Rome, and surprisingly other than cuddling we keep our hands to ourselves on the whole ride, sadly for my needy self. I wouldn’t mind a quick fuck in the back of that town car.

  You’re such a dude; he probably wants to make your new ‘first time’ something special.

  We curl up together with wine glasses and a blanket on his couch in front of a deliciously warm fire.

  “Can you share a happy memory between us with me?” I ask Leo, nuzzling in a little closer. He smells divine. If we could bottle up his scent and sell it, we’d make a fortune!

  “Let’s see … the first time we had sex was right over there,” he says, pointing towards a brown bearskin rug in front of the fire. I study the rug like it’s going to come to life. I’ve been here before, in front of this fire, and I’m not mad that I don’t remember. Instead, I’m excited to create a new memory in its place—for both Leo and me.

  “Do you see that happening again tonight?” I run my hand down his chest, reaching for the buttons on his shirt. He grabs my small hand in his large one to stop me.

  “No.”

  No? I swore I wasn’t making up his attraction to me. Why is he stopping?

  “Not here.”

  He sits our wine glasses on the marble cocktail table in front of the couch, throws the blanket off of us, and scoops me up into his arms—all without saying another word. I wrap my arms around his tan neck as he carries me up a flight of stairs towards what I’m hoping is his bedroom. Leo kicks the door open and I’m in a gothic yet romantic bedroom—with a big king mahogany bed covered with red sheets. He turns on a dim light, setting the mood.

  Placing me down, I stand with my feet on the floor. This is really happening!

  I reach out a trembling hand and reattempt my mission to strip him. He lets me slowly undo each button and slide the dress shirt to the floor. I run my fingers along this muscular chest and feel the heat of his skin against my own.

  When I reach for his belt, he stops me. He wraps his hand around my long ponytail and pulls hard. I let out a moan, realizing when he’s a little rough with me I get wet. His sinful mouth claims mine and his tongue thrusts inside. With sweeping strokes I meet his tongue with my own. Every muscle in my body quivers—with just a kiss I’m coming undone so quickly.

  “I want you to sit on my face,” he growls at me, his eyes dark with lust.

  My breath catches in my chest.

  “I’ve never done that before,” I whisper, slightly embarrassed. No one has ever asked me to do this and I’ve never asked a man to let me. I’ve never been comfortable enough with my own body or sexuality. But riding Leo’s face sounds so fun. Shut up inner bitch, you are dirty.

  He smirks at me, “You’ll do great, bella. I want you to have this experience, it’s for your pleasure.”

  Without saying a word, I decide to let my guard down for him. I trust him. I keep my eyes glued to his, as I reach around my skirt and unzip it. I slowly slide it down my legs and step out, leaving it behind on the marble floor with his dress shirt. I shimmy down my panties and toss them towards his chest; he catches my pink panties and twirls them around his finger. I start to crack up at his playfulness, which calms my nerves a bit.

  “Are you going to lay down?” I ask.

  He smiles at me and then lies down on the bed. I climb up on top of his body, straddling his chest first. I put my hands down and stroke through his light chest hair.

  “You’re going to have to sit a little higher up bella,” he teases me.

  I know exactly where I need to sit, but I need a second to gain my composure and then continue to move up his body towards his luscious mouth.

  My pussy is directly over his face now, spread wide, as I grab on to the headboard facing the wall.

  Before I can have second thoughts, I feel a long glorious stroke of his tongue up and down my already drenched pussy. He stops at my clit and sucks it between his lips. I grip the headboard harder and let out a low moan from the back of my throat.

  “God you taste delicious,” he says before he starts to quickly flick his tongue back and forth over my throbbing nub. I feel my pussy clench and a pull start to form in my stomach, desperate for him to go faster.

  I’m completely overtaken in this moment and I start to rock my hips over his expert tongue. As I grind on his face, he drives his tongue inside my entrance. The stubble from his slight beard rubs me in just the right places on my thighs. It’s heavenly!

  “Don’t stop!” I have to hold myself steady over him now because I could easily collapse from the pressure that’s building up inside of me. He aggressively grabs my ass cheeks and thrusts my pussy hard right against his warm mouth. I almost lose my grip on the headboard, caught in surprise.

  Leo sucks hard on my entire sex and I lose my mind. I close my eyes and I swear I see an explosion of colors. When my out-of-body experience cools down enough for me to open my eyes again, I climb off Leo’s gorgeous face and lay down next to him. My legs still tremble down to my toes. I’ve never had an orgasm like that … That I can remember.

  “Was that as good for you as it was for me?” he asks me with a devilish grin as he wipes my juices off his handsome face.

  “It was … alright,” I joke as I turn the tables and reach for his zipper. This time he doesn’t stop me. Before I pull down his pants, I plant a kiss on his lips—showing him appreciation for what he’s just done for me. His pants are off and in a matter of seconds I have his thick, swollen manhood between my hands.

  “Let me show you just how ‘alright’ that was for me,” I say before flicking my tongue across the tip of his cock, swiping off a lick of pre-cum. His mouth falls open and I hear a moan escape before he grips onto my ponytail again.

  I circle my tongue from the tip of his large cock down to his balls. I gently massage his balls, before putting one in my mouth and sucking on it.

  “Fuck,” Leo cries out, giving me just the encouragement I need to keep going. With long strokes of my tongue I get his dick drenched before putting it into my warm mouth as far as I can possibly take him. He’s huge! I bob my mouth up and down on his cock, swirling my tongue around before sucking on his tip. I add my hands to pump him at the same time.

  “Stop, Elena. Fuck … I want to cum inside of you,” Leo says. Leo pulls my ponytail hard enough that my mouth loses contact with its favorite toy. He pulls my body up away from his cock, and now I’m laying beneath him as he plants a string of warm kisses from my earlobe down my neck.

  He cups my breast and latches on to my right nipple with his mouth. It instantly hardens for him, and I moan in ecstasy. I run my fingers through his thick hair as he moves his attention to my left nipple, giving it the same love he did the right. Pure bliss.

  “Leo, I’m so close again,” I pant out, as I grind my sex up to his body.

  Leo positions himself above me and rubs his cock up and down my wet pussy. Our juices make his grinding so slick. Each time his tip grazes my clit, it takes me closer and closer to the edge again. I grind my hips up to press further into him, hoping he takes the hint that I can’t wait much longer. Just when I think he’s going to thrust himself inside of me, he pinches my c
lit between his fingers.

  “Stop teasing me and take me … now,” I command.

  “Someone is being a bit bossy, bella,” he whispers in my ear before sucking on it. My body tingles with pleasure. “I’ll give you what you want, don’t worry.”

  Just then his cock finds my entrance and slowly pushes its way inside—inch by inch. I sink my nails into his biceps and push him further into me. I don’t want it slow.

  “Harder … faster … please Leo.”

  He stops with the teasing, pulls his cock out, and then slams back into me. I feel completely full. I have no idea what he hits inside my body, but whatever it is it’s freakin amazing. Is that G spot thing for real?

  Leo pulls himself completely out, making me feel empty inside. But before I can beg he pounds into me again. I grind my hips in sync with him and our bodies take over—moving as one. We grind, thrust, and slam into each other over and over until we are both covered in sweat. I’m holding on to him for dear life, my nails digging into his back.

  “Elena, come when I say,” Leo commands. I don’t know if that will be possible, but I shut my brain off and just feel. I feel everything—I’m hypersensitive to each touch.

  “Elena, now.” And together we reach our bliss as one. I throw my head back into the pillow and scream out, while continuing to pull his body down into mine with my arms wrapped around his back. I know he’s just as affected as me—I hear him breathing heavily into my ear as he pulls his cock out.

  “Oh my god. I think that was the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced in my life,” I say, squeezing his body a little tighter. He’s crushing my lungs, but I don’t care. I don’t want to let him go.

  “I’m glad that was ‘alright’ for you, cara,” he says laughing as he positions himself so I can see his face. “I know you may not feel this yet and I understand, but I need you to know that … I love you.”