Chapter 25
Isabella looked up in shock and saw the man who had been fucking her in her dreams just last night.
Vitale stood in the doorway, leaning against the door frame, as if he had stepped right out of her most secret fantasies.
Morning light flooded in from behind him, outlining his tall figure with a golden edge.
He wore a perfectly tailored dark gray suit, with a black obsidian earring in his left ear that flickered in and out of view.
"Ms. Martinez," his voice was deep like a cello, "long time no see, my little gambler. I've finally caught you."
Time seemed to freeze in that moment.
Isabella felt dizzy, the scene before her eyes beginning to overlap and distort.
Suddenly, she saw Vitale striding toward her, those deep blue eyes burning with a familiar fire.
Under everyone's shocked gaze, Vitale pulled her into his arms, his hot lips pressing down without giving her a chance to refuse.
This kiss carried a punishing force, yet was heartbreakingly passionate.
"No..." Isabella tried to protest, but her voice drowned in his kiss.
Vitale's teeth bit her lips, his tongue sucking and circling.
She felt his large hands tear open her white silk blouse, buttons bouncing and scattering across the floor.
Her full breasts sprang free, caught by his mouth, her nipples standing erect and trembling between his teeth.
Vitale's hand grabbed her other breast, squeezing hard.
In front of everyone, he lifted her onto the smooth conference table, the cold surface shocking her exposed skin.
"Vitale, please don't..." Isabella's pleading was weak and powerless.
He knelt on one knee, his rough fingers hooking the edge of her black stockings, tearing them down violently.
Coolness rushed in, making her shiver involuntarily.
When Vitale's warm lips touched her most private area, Isabella let out a suppressed whimper.
"Relax, my little gambler." He whispered in her ear, his breath burning hot.
Just as Isabella was about to surrender completely, a voice pierced through the fog:
"Isabella? Isabella!"
Aria's worried face gradually came into focus.
Isabella shook her head sharply and found herself still standing in the center of the room, fully dressed, with the proposal materials still firmly in her hands.
Vitale still stood in the doorway, his posture unchanged.
That embarrassingly intimate scene had all been her imagination.
God, her body craved Vitale so much that just one glance had triggered such explicit fantasies.
She felt her legs go weak, that kissed place seemingly still carrying the burning sensation.
"Ms. Martinez?" Vitale raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly noticing her loss of composure.
"Sorry," she forced herself to stay calm, her nails digging deep into her palms, "I might have low blood sugar."
But this excuse seemed so pale against her flushed cheeks and slightly trembling legs.
Vitale's gaze lingered on her for a moment, the corner of his mouth curving into a meaningful smile.
"Really? But your blush doesn't look like low blood sugar. It looks more like you were dreaming."
Isabella met those familiar deep blue eyes and looked away in panic.
Lord, forgive me for daydreaming just now.
God, she regretted coming here.
Vitale walked in from the doorway, wearing that black and white suit she knew all too well, with the trench coat over it making her heart skip a beat.
She remembered the feel of this coat.
That night in the castle, Vitale had spread it on the floor by the window and made her lie naked on it.
His kisses fell like raindrops all over her body, and she was wrapped in this coat, kissed until her whole body went soft.
She should have known.
With Vitale's power and influence, his appearance at this interview was perfectly normal.
But why did he look at her so differently?
Those eyes that once held infatuation and desire now only showed cold scrutiny.
This made Isabella involuntarily recall the feeling of his fingers exploring inside her, so passionate, completely different from his current coldness.
"Boss!" Aria immediately stood up, her voice carrying barely concealed nervousness, "This is Isabella. I guarantee she's absolutely the most suitable assistant candidate. She's meticulous and thorough, just as excellent as I am. And she's my best friend."
As Aria spoke, she gently pushed Isabella forward a step.
Vitale slowly walked to the main seat and sat down, his long legs crossing elegantly.
When he crossed his legs, the tip of his polished leather shoe inadvertently brushed past Isabella's calf.
This seemingly casual movement made Isabella shudder.
"I can see that," Vitale's lips curved slightly, "she is indeed excellent, in every way, including internally."
Isabella felt her legs go weak as those forgotten sensations rushed back like a tide.
She remembered that afternoon in the castle when Vitale had used his shoe tip to tease her private parts, tormenting her through her thin panties until she was beside herself.
And his tongue, which could always find her most sensitive spot precisely, drawing circles on it, making her tremble uncontrollably.
"Isabella." Vitale's voice was deep and sexy, like the finest silk sliding across skin.
"Yes, boss." She responded quietly, her voice trembling involuntarily.
Vitale's fingers lightly brushed his lower lip, a gesture that reminded Isabella of how he used to kiss her.
"I hope your abilities can match your beauty."
Isabella could feel Vitale enjoying her nervousness.
Her body responded honestly, nipples standing erect under her thin bra, her lower lip unconsciously bitten.
This was her habitual action during orgasm.
Vitale's shoe tip once again brushed between her legs as if by accident, as if reminding her of those nights when she was pinned down and possessed at will.
Although the interview room was full of people, Vitale's gaze remained locked on Isabella.
That look seemed to have already stripped off her clothes, watching her chest heaving violently from memories, watching her legs unconsciously rubbing together.
He slowly revealed a meaningful smile, his tongue inadvertently licking the corner of his mouth.
The subordinates in the room all sensed this ambiguous atmosphere, but no one dared to speak.
Vitale was very satisfied with Isabella's physical response. He even wickedly thought that if he could make Isabella reach orgasm with just his gaze, that would be the best revenge.
She had actually slept with him and then left. She really needed to be taught a lesson.
Isabella's vagina was indeed already soaked.
She didn't dare move an inch, afraid that with the slightest movement, she would feel the discharge running down her thighs.
Aria noticed her abnormality and called out softly, "Isabella?"
Isabella's cheeks were flushed, her ultra-short skirt had somehow ridden up to the root of her thighs, almost exposing her underwear.
Aria quickly stepped forward to cover her with her own jacket, raising her voice to call again, "Isabella!"
This shout snapped Isabella back to reality.
She frantically avoided Vitale's invasive gaze, fumbling to straighten her clothes, trying to calm her racing heartbeat.
And Vitale remained seated throughout, like a panther toying with its prey, enjoying this secret game that only the two of them understood.