Chapter 2
The heavy door of the private room shut out the madness outside.
Vitale Luca walked straight to the sofa, lit a cigar, and through the curling smoke, his cold gaze fell on Isabella like a scalpel.
"Strip." Just one word, completely emotionless.
Isabella instinctively hugged herself and shrank back. "What?"
The next second, Vitale sprang up like a cheetah and yanked her into his arms.
The gorgeous evening gown tore with a harsh ripping sound.
Isabella's scream caught in her throat as she crouched down in panic, trying in vain to cover her almost completely exposed body.
Almost at the same moment, faint footsteps and suppressed excited whispers came from outside the door.
Colt and Sonia had indeed come to eavesdrop.
But they were chased away by his bodyguards within a second.
Afterward, when Colt found out the man's identity, he deeply regretted handing Isabella over.
The heir to the mafia godfather, Vitale.
If Isabella pleased him, he'd probably come after him and Sonia.
Inside the room, Vitale looked down at her curled up on the carpet, a hint of desire in his eyes. "There are people outside."
Isabella understood immediately.
That scream, that sound of tearing fabric—it was a performance Vitale had staged for her, enough to fool those prying ears outside.
A wave of mixed shame and gratitude flushed her cheeks.
"Thank you." Isabella's voice was barely a whisper as she tried to stand, only to realize her upper body was almost completely exposed, with only the pasties making her skin look even smoother.
Vitale's gaze lingered on her for a moment, his eyes darkening.
Isabella looked around frantically, her eyes suddenly fixing on the wall.
A set of exquisite darts hung there.
A desperate idea grew wildly in her mind.
Isabella grabbed the torn fabric of her dress and tied it in a knot behind her neck, barely covering her chest.
But her back and large areas of her legs remained exposed, and every slight movement threatened complete exposure.
"Sir," she tried to keep her voice steady, "how about a game of darts?"
Vitale laughed mockingly and moved closer to Isabella, his hot hand easily encircling her bare waist, his calloused palm rubbing against her delicate skin.
"Now, I've helped you once, and you want to use darts to win what back from me? Your 'freedom'?"
The bluntness in his words made Isabella tremble. "What do you want?"
Vitale chuckled softly, his other hand gripping her chin, forcing her to look at the undisguised desire in his eyes. "Help me release."
"Impossible!" She refused instinctively, her voice sharp with fear.
"Then," Vitale released his grip and made as if to walk toward the door, "I'll send you right back to Colt. I think he'll be very 'happy' to receive you."
"Wait!" Isabella used all her strength to block the door, her chest heaving violently.
She looked at the small bullseye on the wall as if it were her only way out.
She took a deep breath, a desperate fire burning in her eyes. "I'll bet."
However, when she unconsciously glanced down at Vitale, noticing the powerful and threatening outline beneath his suit pants, she could barely breathe.
Vitale's thick fingers clumsily held the dart, a barely detectable hint of amusement in his eyes.
He'd heard about that ridiculous bet long ago.
So he deliberately let the darts miss the bullseye, his movements seemingly careless.
After several rounds, the terror in Isabella's eyes was gradually replaced by hope.
When the last dart fell, she spun around sharply, her golden hair tracing a brilliant arc in the murky light.
"You lost."
Vitale smirked, suddenly grabbed Isabella and threw her onto the bed. As he pressed down on her, he casually threw a dart backward without looking, hitting the bullseye perfectly and even knocking down Isabella's dart.
The air in the room seemed to freeze, leaving only the echo of the dart hitting the bullseye buzzing.
Isabella lay on the soft bed, her azure eyes full of shock.
"You tricked me." She accused, her voice tinged with the annoyance of being fooled.
Vitale raised an eyebrow, the curve of his lips both arrogant and charming, his body weight pinning her down without question.
"Yes, so what?"
So what?
An unprecedented courage, mixed with a strong desire for revenge, instantly seized Isabella.
She suddenly exerted force, catching him off guard, and their positions instantly reversed.
She straddled him, looking down from above, her golden hair cascading like a waterfall.
She pulled off Vitale's expensive tie and blindfolded him with it.
The other end of the tie was quickly and firmly tied to the carved post at the head of the bed.
Vitale let out a short, almost surprised laugh, his muscles tensing for a moment before relaxing strangely.
"So," his voice sounded even deeper in the darkness, "are you going to force yourself on me, little wildcat?"
Isabella didn't answer.
She unbuttoned his shirt, revealing that bronze-colored, firm chest covered with cheetah tattoos.
Her fingertips, slightly cool, precisely pinched a small protrusion and gave it a gentle tug.
A suppressed gasp escaped from Vitale's throat.
"This is punishment," she declared, her voice carrying a hoarse satisfaction, "for your clumsy deception."
"God..." he drew in a breath, "who taught you this?"
"Shut up," Isabella commanded, her fingertips drawing circles on his chest muscles, feeling the gradually rising temperature and taut lines. "You made the bet, now take the consequences."
Her palm covered those swelling muscles, kneading clumsily yet boldly.
Soon, Isabella clearly sensed the change beneath her.
That unmistakable hard, burning penis was pressing against her most tender area.
A strange, surging heat actually spread from deep within her own body, making her tremble slightly.
Isabella actually had no experience, relying entirely on guidance from vague images in her memory.
She deliberately shifted her body, using the sensitive fabric between her hips and legs to rub against his tense desire, seemingly by accident.
Vitale's breathing became heavy, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, and beneath the blindfold, his jawline was taut as stone.
"You'd better untie me right now."
"Otherwise, you'll be the one regretting it later."
Isabella ignored him, instead twisting her waist even more boldly, trying to suppress the frantic heat rising within her body.
She leaned down and, with punishing intent, bit his hard lower lip, not too lightly, not too heavily.
The instant he tried to chase the kiss, she fluttered away like a butterfly.
This deliberate teasing was like playing with fire.
Under Isabella's caresses, his body's reaction grew more intense, his arm muscles bulging, veins protruding, and the cheetah on his chest seemed to come alive in the sweat, full of wild tension.
Lost in passion, she couldn't help but lower her head, her soft lips pressing against that restless totem.
"Damn it."
With a suppressed growl, Vitale's arms suddenly exerted force, and the restraining tie snapped.
He pressed Isabella beneath him again, saying through gritted teeth, "Now you can't escape, Miss."