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Arya's POV -

"Now this...is going to be epic." James says once we all meet down in the lobby so we can head to the club Rome picked out.

After hanging out in the pool, well hot tub for a few hours we all went out to lunch before deciding to just chill until it was time to get ready.

Now it was time to leave,

"You ready for the night of your life?" James asks, nudging me with his elbow and I nod, smiling.

I'm wearing some black ripped jeans and a cute white t-shirt with a matching black jacket. I wasn't really sure what to wear but I wasn't focused on that. I just wanted to experience going to a club.

Once the car is ready we all pile in, Rome and I sat in the front while James and Elijah were in the back.

"We haven't gone to a club in a while, I was getting club deprived." James claps his hands together.

"Club deprived." Elijah says lowly, "That's not a thing."

"Oh shut up, I'm not going to let you ruin my night." James says and Elijah glares at him.

"Wait, I have a question." I look over my shoulder at the two.

"How old are you guys anyways?" I ask and James smirks.

"Why? Do I look 30?"

"N-No!" I say quickly, shaking my head. "I was just curious."

"Well princess, I'm 23."

I look at Elijah.

"23 also," He says.

"Interesting," I mumble, turning back around in the seat. I'm not sure why I've never asked but I guess I never wondered until now.

Beaming out the window once we pull up to a large group of people waiting in line to get inside what must be the club, Rome quickly parks and I almost fall out of the seat because I'm so excited but nervous at the same time.

Rome takes my hand once he gets to my side and leads the way while James and Elijah hover slightly by our sides.

Rome walks by all of the people waiting but before I can ask what he's doing we stop in front of the guy letting people in. The man smiles when he sees Rome.

"Roma, sei tu? Che ci fai qui in Italia?" He asks, still grinning.

(Rome, is that you? What are you doing here in Italy?)

"È passato un po' di tempo amico, come stai?" Rome responded.

(It's been a while friend, how are you?)

"Stessa roba vecchia, vai avanti. Forse possiamo recuperare un po' di tempo dopo."

(Same old stuff, go ahead in. Maybe we can catch up some time later.)

"Sicuro." Rome nodded as the guy moved, letting us go inside before the large line of people. I felt kind of bad but at the same time was glad we won't have to wait.

(Sure.)

My jaw hit the floor once we were in. Loud music blasted throughout the club, lights flashed everywhere in different colors, people were dancing and drinking, laughing and having a good time.

With my eyes widening, I watched some people dancing together...grinding together.

My face heated up at the thought of Rome and I dancing like that.

Shaking my head I turn my attention back to Rome who started to guide us through the tables.

We take a seat at one of the L shaped sofas in the corner with a table in the middle.

I take a seat next to Rome and I watch James stand in front of us.

"Alright everyone, drinks. What do you want?" He points to us. Elijah gets up and stands next to James which means he's going with him.

"Um," I mumble since I have no clue.

"Do you want alcohol?" Rome questions and I nod my head.

"I'll order for you then, baby." He presses a quick kiss to my cheek. "Negroni for me and a Rossini for Arya."

"Got it good, boss." James says, turning with Elijah trailing behind him.

I stare at the people on the dance floor, watching them jump around and grab onto each other.

"We can go over there after," Rome tells me and I smile, my cheeks reddening.

James and Elijah return with our drinks and their own. I take the one for me and look down at the glass.

It's red and a little bubbly with some ice in it. Rome catches my attention when he takes a sip of his and then looks in my direction, waiting for me to try.

He gauges my reaction when I take a sip. It tastes fruity, like strawberries and It has a very sweet taste.

I take a few more sips and lick my lips. Rome chuckles and throws his arm around my shoulder.

I see a few smaller glasses filled with alcohol on the table leaving me too curious not to ask.

"What's that?" I point to the mini glasses.

"Shots sweetheart."

"Shots?" I repeat. "Why are they so small?"

"Watch this." James picks two of them up and hands one to Elijah. The glasses look so tiny in their hands.

Elijah and James bump glasses and lift them to their lips, the alcohol inside is gone in seconds.

"So It's like a mini drink?" I ask them and Rome squeezes my shoulder to get my attention.

"I guess so, your drink has something other than alcohol in it. It has strawberry puree while a shot is just straight alcohol."

"Oh," That makes sense.

"So the shot is stronger than a normal drink which is why It's smaller."

"Basically," Rome nods and I hum, taking another sip of my drink.

James and Elijah order a few more shots and take them. Rome takes one and then says he'd rather not be totally out of it tonight.

I didn't even finish half of my drink when I decided I was done with it. Although it was good I didn't really plan on drinking any alcohol at the start. Rome drank the rest of mine while I glanced over at the dance floor again. Rome's fingers gripped my chin and tilted my face towards him.

"Can we go dance?" I ask before he can and he smirks. I take his hand and he helps me up.

"Andrai a ballare sporco?" James laughs while Elijah raises an eyebrow while observing us.

(Gonna go dirty dance?)

When James receives no answer he only lifts his drink up in a 'cheers' motion. Rome rolls his eyes and begins to tug me towards the dance floor.

We head into the crowd and I'm immediately surrounded by lots of people dancing and singing. Once we find an open space Rome turns to me.

Since I was the one who wanted to come over here I guess I should start the first dance move.

Smiling brightly but unsure on what I'm even doing, I start to jump to the beat of the music, raising my arms and placing them around Rome's tattooed neck.

His eyes fill with amusement and it doesn't take him long to wrap his arms around my waist, copying my amazing dance moves.

I'm definitely not a dancer and it doesn't look like he is either, but that just makes it so much more fun.

Rome grips one of my hands and I laugh as he gives me a twirl, gathering me in his arms once again so we're both moving our hips from side to side in a fast motion.

The music speeds up and we go right with it, falling in beat with our chests almost touching. I don't have a single clue what I'm doing but it must be something Rome likes by the way his eyes turn predatory.

With a huge boost of confidence I turn in his arms and press my back against his chest. I caught a quick glimpse of surprise in his eyes, him definitely not expecting this bold action from me. Heck I didn't expect it myself.

When he runs his hands along my hips I freeze my dancing, a dark blush beginning to form on my face.

"Something wrong?" He asks when I stop and I shyly turn back around in his arms, my earlier confidence disappearing.

"Don't stop." He rasps, gripping my hips tightly and I feel like my heart is pounding a million miles a second.

Those green eyes look completely wild as he watches me and I find those passionate images once again invading my mind.

Images I never thought I'd think of. Never thought I'd do with someone I love.

"I-I think I tired myself out." I laugh but by the look he gives me It's clear he doesn't believe me.

"Oh really, is that it?" He asks lowly. Somehow I can still hear him through the blaring music and loud people around us.

Goosebumps trail up my arms when his fingers massage my sides. I lean into his touch and he presses a kiss to my forehead before finding my lips.

He groans into the kiss and holds me tighter. Somehow I found my bottom half pressing into his and he hisses slightly, stopping my movements.

"If you do that I'll take you right here. And I'm not about to have our first time at a club." My eyes widen at his words and I stutter trying to find a response.

The next words that leave my mouth are the complete truth although it has me flushing in nerves.

"I want you so bad Rome."

His hands drop from my sides as he stares at me. Pupils turning dark, hands clenching and unclenching.

"Y-You have no idea how bad." I tell him and he runs a hand through his black hair.

Suddenly he pulls me flush against him again and I yelp.

"I think I have an idea how bad," He says lowly in my ear and I swallow.

"H-How?" I question and his teeth gently graze my earlobe.

"Because I've wanted you for a long time, il mio bel bambino."

(My pretty baby.)

Gaping at him, I feel my breathing get slightly harsher and I swallow thickly.

"C-Can we go back to the hotel?"

His eyes roam my face for a second before he takes my hand, guiding us back to where James and Elijah are still sat.

"Partivano." Rome states.

(We're leaving.)

"Già? Ma perché?" James pouts a little and a dark glare settles over Rome's face making the man spring up from his seat.

(Already? But why?)

"Okay I guess we're leaving, let-let's go." He slightly sways as he walks, the alcohol most likely getting to him.

Elijah mutters something and stands, brushing himself off before following his steps, keeping James from falling over himself.

I turn to Rome and my throat goes dry at the apparent hunger in his gaze. He looks like he's 3 seconds way from attacking me.

With his jaw clenching and an obvious tick appearing, we follow the 2 to the exit.

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Getting back to our room was quite the process. James constantly had something to say in the car. He normally did anyways but the alcohol took quite a toll on him.

Rome basically carried James to the elevator and into their room since Elijah refused. I found myself laughing a few times at the way James struggled to get out of his firm grip.

Eventually we got back to our room once James and Elijah were settled. James passed out in seconds so we didn't have to worry about him wandering off anywhere.

I got cleaned up in the bathroom, washing my face and brushing out my hair. Peering my eyes towards the door, I see Rome in my vision unzipping his jacket.

"Rome..." I shyly say, walking out of the bathroom while he takes off his jacket revealing the tight black shirt he was wearing underneath.

My legs clench together tightly.

"Hm?" His eyes meet mine and they widen a slight bit, seeing the desire from earlier still present. But then they trail down my form, lingering on my legs that are pressed together.

"How much do you love me?" I question as he walks towards me, still staring me down with a look I've seen before.

"More than you could ever know."

Wrapping my arms around his neck he leans down into my embrace, using his fingers to pull my jacket slightly and pressing a few kisses to my neck making my breath hitch in my throat.

"I want you to show me how much you love me." I tell him and he tenses slightly, pulling away and watching me intently.

"Make love to me, Rome. Please..."

A low sound emerges from the back of his throat as he examines my expression.

"Are you sure, sweetheart? If you say yes non dormirai molto stanotte."

(You won't be getting much sleep tonight.)

Nibbling on my lip I feel my face turning crimson once again and I nod.

"I need you to say it baby."

"I want you so bad, Rome. Please...I can't take it anymore. These thoughts and images in my head are driving me crazy."

"Thoughts and images?" He repeats slowly, gripping my waist tightly.

"You've thought about this before, hm?"

"Yes," I shudder. "Many times."

"So have I." He admits. Leaning in, his warm breath hits my neck and I tilt my head slightly.

"Let's make it a reality then." After those words from him he crashes his lips to mine.

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