Chapter 40
Vitale didn't thrust for long because he noticed Isabella beneath him was very tense, even more nervous than their first time make love.
"Damn it." Finally, he pulled out his penis and ejaculated outside.
"Tell me, what are you nervous about? Am I not doing well? Or are you uncomfortable?" Vitale still wanted to ask.
Isabella slowly sat up, covering her body with the blanket and said, "I don't want to get pregnant."
She didn't know if that condom had worked.
Vitale chuckled softly and picked up her bathrobe, casually tying it on.
"Alright, I won't force you." His tone was unexpectedly gentle as he walked to the door and opened it for her, "See you tomorrow, Ms. Martinez."
Isabella was a bit surprised, feeling an inexplicable reluctance in her heart, yet also some desire. She felt she might be a bit bad—she didn't want to be completely controlled by Vitale tonight, yet she also wanted to stay here.
Two voices were already arguing in her head. Isabella finally got up, put on her clothes, and slowly walked to the door.
Just when she thought the night was ending, Vitale suddenly reached out, gripped the back of her neck, pulled her close, and kissed her deeply.
This kiss carried an undeniable heat. Isabella quickly surrendered to it, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck to respond.
She loved the feeling of Vitale kissing her, like her entire being was wrapped in his presence.
When the kiss ended, both were breathing heavily.
Isabella looked into his deep eyes and made her decision, "Tonight, let me remember your scent, your strength."
Vitale's eyes instantly lit up.
He swept her up in his arms and kicked the door shut with his foot, "Of course, my little gambler."
Vitale gently placed her on the bed, as if handling a precious piece of porcelain.
"Tonight," his lips whispered against her ear, "I want to give you some new experiences."
He first had Isabella kneel at the edge of the bed while he embraced her from behind.
This position made Isabella feel extremely embarrassed, yet she gradually relaxed under his guidance.
Vitale's palms roamed over her body, each touch like igniting a new flame.
"Do you feel it?" His voice was hoarse with desire, "How wet your vagina has become for me."
Isabella bit her lower lip to suppress her moans, but couldn't help whimpering when he suddenly entered deep.
Vitale gripped her waist with one hand while his other hand caressed her sensitive spot. The dual stimulation nearly made her collapse.
When they moved to the floor-to-ceiling window, Isabella panicked and tried to dodge, "Someone will see."
"Let them see." Vitale pressed her against the cool glass, "Damn it, I want to show the whole world your beauty, but I don't want those men looking at you. I'm going crazy, Isabella."
"You're my muse. I want to bury everything inside you and never pull out."
"Look, you're so excited, so wet inside. Do you want me to enter?"
Isabella bit her lower lip, looking at him with sensual eyes, "Yes, please come in."
Vitale shook his head, "Darling, you should say 'please come in and fuck me.' Be bold, I know you can."
Isabella softly said, "Please come in and fuck me."
God, she actually said it—she really could!
The shame and excitement this realization brought made Isabella tremble.
Vitale entered her vagina from behind while whispering explicit words in her ear.
Isabella looked out at the sleeping city, feeling like she was joining with him before the entire world.
Most embarrassing of all, Vitale asked her to sit on top of him.
This position required Isabella to actively move her hips while he lazily leaned against the headboard, admiring her aroused appearance.
"Yes, just like that." His palms gently stroked her thighs, "Show me how much you want me."
That night, the hotel suite was filled with fiery passion.
Under Vitale's guidance, Isabella tried more embarrassing positions, each one making her feel like she was melting.
Their moans and gasps intertwined until dawn broke on the horizon.
A week later, the airport hall was bustling with people.
"Be careful!" Aria hugged Isabella tightly, "I heard the area around that factory isn't very safe."
Amira nodded beside her, "But with the mafia's protection, it should be fine, right?"
In the week since becoming Vitale's secretary, Isabella's life had changed dramatically.
At work, she handled various tasks excellently, and colleagues enjoyed working with her.
Privately, her relationship with Vitale was heating up rapidly.
Sudden kisses in the office, lingering caresses in the break room—once, while she was organizing files, Vitale suddenly knelt down to pleasure her with his mouth, and she did the same for him one late working night.
"Mr. Luca asked me to give this to you." Colleague Laura Sinclair rushed over, handing her an elegant gift box, "Have a safe trip."
Isabella opened the box to find an exquisite watch.
She immediately recognized it as the couple's version of the one Vitale often wore.
This romantic and bold man dared to give such a gift in front of everyone.
Aria and Amira exchanged knowing glances, both noticing the happy blush on Isabella's face.
After boarding, Isabella sent Vitale a text but received no reply.
Since signing that special contract and becoming an official Tyson Group employee, Vitale had arranged a high-end apartment for her just one block from the office, citing work convenience.
It was spacious, bright, and conveniently located. The only downside was that unwelcome visitors quickly found their way there.
"How can you afford to live here?" One afternoon, Sonia showed up uninvited, standing at her new home's door demanding answers, "Did you trade your body for it again?"
Isabella impatiently blocked the doorway, "Think what you want. If you're going to make trouble, the security downstairs will be happy to 'escort' you out."
"You weren't like this before." Sonia gritted her teeth, "Is that Vitale giving you this confidence?"
Isabella simply closed the door.
Sonia made a scene outside for a while before being chased away by security. She never appeared again after that.
The plane landed in an unfamiliar city.
Isabella's main purpose for this trip was to inspect the factory, but she also had a personal plan.
To visit her friend Sierra Donovan, who lived nearby.
Sierra suffered from severe depression and was constantly on the edge of suicide.
When Isabella knocked on her door, she was greeted with a pale, haggard embrace.
"Oh God, I haven't seen you in so long." Sierra's eyes filled with tears, "You've become so beautiful."
"Because you've been praying for me." Isabella gently hugged her back, "I'll stay with you for a few days this time. Let's go for walks, get some sun, okay?"
Sierra's apartment was dark and messy, with curtains tightly drawn.
Isabella walked over and pulled the curtains open, letting sunlight pour in.
"First," she turned to Sierra with a smile, "let's start by embracing the sunshine."
Just then, her phone vibrated.
The screen showed Vitale's reply:[Keep the watch on always. It's not just a gift, but also protection. The factory situation is more complicated than expected. Stay safe. Miss you.]
Isabella gently touched the watch, the cool metal gradually warming from her body heat.
In this city full of unknowns, this distant concern gave her unprecedented warmth and courage.