Chapter 101
Isabella had never imagined in her life that a vibrator could be used like that.
Vitale was above her, thrusting his hot, hard cock deep into her soaking wet pussy while rhythmically sliding the vibrator in and out of her other, more private entrance—her ass.
Double stimulation.
Double penetration.
Double pleasure exploded inside Isabella like an electric current, erupting from both invaded points at once, rushing up her spine and igniting fireworks in her brain, making the edges of her vision flicker with white light.
She shouldn't have let Vitale seduce her.
From gentle lovemaking to intense fucking, and now to this moment.
"Damn it," Vitale groaned, sweat dripping from his forehead onto Isabella's chest. "Your pussy feels so fucking good, Isabella. So hot, so tight, like it's sucking me in. I could stay inside you forever, never pull out."
His words were crude, blunt, and without any polish, but to Isabella right now, they were more arousing than any sweet talk.
"How can you make me feel this good?" Vitale continued, his hips slamming forward, pushing deeper into her while the vibrator went even further. "I have to swear, I fell in love with you and your body at the same time. This body, these reactions, these sounds—God, Isabella, you were made for me."
Isabella couldn't respond.
Her ability to speak had been stripped away by the pleasure, leaving only broken moans and screams.
Her breasts bounced with every thrust from Vitale, her nipples rubbing against the sheets, adding extra stimulation.
Her legs were lifted, resting on his shoulders, a position that allowed him to go deeper, leaving her completely exposed, completely under his control.
Then, words she never thought she'd say spilled from her mouth, surprising even herself.
"Harder, Vitale, fuck me harder, please, I need it harder."
Words she never imagined saying flowed out so naturally, like flipping a switch.
Vitale's eyes darkened, a near-savage grin curling on his lips.
"Of course, I will," he panted, his movements becoming fiercer, each thrust pulling out her wetness with lewd, wet sounds. "I'll fuck you good, baby. Fuck you until you forget all your worries, all your fears, everything except me."
And he did.
Isabella truly forgot everything.
She forgot the party, forgot Ali, forgot the fear and jealousy, forgot that Vitale was a dangerous mafia boss, forgot the rationality and distance she was supposed to maintain.
All she remembered was the pleasure.
Overwhelming, all-consuming pleasure that blurred her mind.
When this round finally ended, Vitale released inside her, while the vibrator was pushed to its deepest point, its high-frequency vibrations nearly making her pass out.
Isabella felt like she was going to die from the pleasure.
Her body felt drained of all strength, collapsing onto the bed.
Only her chest heaved violently, and her lower abdomen still twitched from the aftershocks.
Vitale pulled out slowly, letting her feel every inch as he withdrew.
Then, before she could catch her breath, he gently pushed the still-vibrating toy into the pussy he had just filled.
The sensation of the vibrating object made her gasp out loud.
But Vitale didn't stop.
He lifted her trembling legs, adjusted their position, and then pressed his cock—still hard after releasing—against her other entrance, one that had never been taken like this before.
"Relax, Isabella," he whispered, his fingers gently massaging her tense muscles. "Trust me. It'll feel good, a different kind of good."
She trusted him.
When it came to sex, she always trusted him.
Because even though Vitale was fierce and possessive, he never truly hurt her.
So she relaxed.
Taking a deep breath, she let herself accept this new intrusion.
As Vitale slowly pushed in, the feeling was completely different.
Tighter, stranger, but it also brought a new, deeper sense of fullness.
The vibrator buzzed in her pussy, while Vitale moved slowly but firmly into her ass, the two sensations intertwining, making her moan again.
"Is this okay?" Vitale asked, his voice strained, clearly holding himself back.
Isabella nodded, her fingers gripping the sheets.
"Yes, keep going."
He did.
This time his movements were slower, deeper, each thrust bringing Isabella a kind of stimulation she'd never felt before.
When Vitale lifted her legs higher, changing the angle, the sensation shifted again.
That angle seemed to hit a certain spot, making her arch her back sharply and let out a piercing scream.
"God," Isabella gasped. "What was that?"
"It's your sweet spot, baby," Vitale chuckled, sweat dripping onto her legs. "Can you scream for me, Isabella? Can I hear how good it feels?"
"Can I?" she choked out. "What if someone hears?"
"Of course you can," Vitale sped up, each thrust hitting that spot with precision. "It's just us on this floor, Isabella, so scream. Let me hear you."
And Isabella screamed.
From stifled moans to loud cries, to incoherent pleas.
Her voice echoed in the bedroom, mixing with Vitale's heavy breathing, the sound of their bodies colliding, and the low hum of the vibrator.
"It's too much," Isabella sobbed. "I can't take it, Vitale, I'm going to die."
"There's more," Vitale panted, then did something Isabella never expected.
He lifted her up, keeping them connected, and walked toward the glass door leading to the balcony.
"No, Vitale, outside..." Isabella panicked, clutching his shoulders.
"There's no one out there."
Vitale had Isabella turn around, her hands gripping the balcony railing, as he continued to fuck her from behind.
This position allowed him to go deeper, and the vibrator's buzzing hit new spots due to the change in angle.
The cold wind brushed against her sweat-soaked skin, creating a wild contrast with the burning pleasure inside her.
Then Isabella heard a sound.
A sound coming from below.
She looked down and saw, across the street in a small park, an old man walking his dog.
The old man looked up.
He saw them.
He saw the naked woman on the balcony being fiercely taken by the man behind her, saw her tilted-back face, saw Vitale's aggressive movements behind her.
The old man's mouth dropped open, he suddenly clutched his chest, stumbled a step, and then fell straight back, fainting onto the snowy ground.
Isabella froze.
Then she turned her head and locked eyes with Vitale.
They stared at each other for a few seconds before bursting into laughter at the same time. Then Vitale kissed her.
Deeply, passionately, under the night sky of Thalassia, on the balcony of the sixty-eighth floor, with the fainted old man and the barking dog below as witnesses.
Isabella kissed him back, then deliberately screamed louder.
A defiant, joyful, completely unrestrained scream.
This night, Isabella would remember forever.
The next morning, Isabella was so exhausted she could barely open her eyes.
She was carried onto the plane by Vitale, wrapped in a thick blanket.
Marina was already on the plane. Seeing this, she scoffed with disdain, turned her head, and went back to reading her magazine.
Judy was the last to board.
She looked utterly drained but had a satisfied expression.
She collapsed into her seat and fell asleep almost instantly.
Isabella later found out that Judy had joined the after-party events the night before.
A foursome sex party, which, according to her, wiped away all the exhaustion from work.
Isabella fell asleep to the low hum of the plane's engines, nestled in Vitale's arms.
When she woke up, it was already afternoon.
She shifted slightly and noticed Vitale had fallen asleep too.
Even in sleep, his arm was still wrapped around her, like an instinctive protective gesture.
Isabella sat up gently, not wanting to wake him, but Vitale stirred anyway.
He opened his eyes, and when he saw her, a smile tugged at his lips.
"Everything okay?"
Isabella nodded, her face slightly red. "I'm fine, just a bit tired. How about you?"
Vitale grinned. "I'm good, actually, really good. Maybe last night was too amazing, because I don't feel sore at all today. I feel full of energy."
He paused, his gaze sliding down with a suggestive look at Isabella's body under the blanket. "How about you? Is your pussy still sore? I might've gone a bit too hard last night."
Isabella's face instantly flushed.
She covered her face with her hands and groaned. "You shouldn't ask me that. I'm getting shy again. And yes, it's a little sore, but more like a dull ache. I don't think I can walk properly today."
Vitale laughed even harder.
He pulled her hands away and planted a kiss on her lips. "Get up, I've got some good food ready for you. Though, to be honest, half of it was prepared by Henley."
"He's a pretty thoughtful bodyguard, even if he sometimes sneaks off to smoke."
"But since he put together such a nice breakfast this time, I won't make him run ten miles next time. Maybe just five."
Isabella laughed.
She got up from her seat, the blanket slipping off to reveal the marks on her body.
The hickeys, fingerprints, and other traces left from last night's intense sex, all from Vitale.
Her face turned red again, and she quickly grabbed the blanket to cover herself.
"I need to change clothes," Isabella mumbled. "These marks are too obvious."
Vitale watched her embarrassed expression, his smile softening. "There are clothes in the closet, high-necked, long-sleeved. I had Henley prepare them."
Isabella looked at him in surprise. "You thought of this already?"
"Of course." Vitale shrugged, his expression innocent. "I knew what I'd leave on you last night. And, I like seeing my marks on you. It makes me feel like you're mine."
That last sentence was spoken softly, but it still made Isabella's heart race.
She found the closet and changed into a high-necked beige cashmere sweater and dark long pants.
When she returned to her seat, Vitale had already set out the food.
Isabella ate while glancing around the rest of the cabin. "This plane, it's not just the two of us again, is it?"
Vitale nodded, taking a bite of a croissant. "Of course. I can handle being with you, but I can't stand being in a confined space with Judy and the others for too long."
"You know, they'll chat, ask questions, and bother us."
Vitale paused, his blue eyes fixed on Isabella. "So I chartered this plane, just for us and the necessary crew and us. Everyone else is on a different flight back."
Isabella was stunned.
Chartering a whole plane just to avoid being disturbed?
That was so like Vitale.
Isabella narrowed her eyes, pretending to be serious. "Vitale, did Judy come back with us? I thought she'd stay here since she likes the men in this place."
Vitale shrugged, his expression casual. "I don't know, baby. Judy's personal life is her own business. As long as it doesn't affect work, I don't interfere."
Isabella froze at the term of endearment.
Baby.
Vitale had just called her baby.
Sure, he'd said it plenty of times last night during sex, but that was in the heat of passion, a murmur in the throes of desire.
Now, in the clear light of day, him calling her that...
She frowned, looking at Vitale.
"Vitale."
"Why? I mean, why did you suddenly call me baby? It feels a bit too intimate, and I'm not used to it. You know why."