Chapter 47
The first climax hit fast and hard. Isabella curled up on the hotel room carpet, her body still trembling slightly.
On the other end of the phone, Vitale's breathing was heavy and restrained.
"Damn it," his voice was husky with lingering desire, "you should be here with me. This isn't enough."
Isabella's cheeks burned, her skin flushed pink all over. "I'm not satisfied either."
God, what was she saying? Why was she being so bold?
"No, I mean I want to sleep." Isabella tried to explain.
The call suddenly ended, leaving only the busy tone in the receiver.
Isabella stared at her phone in confusion, a wave of panic rising in her chest.
Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang sharply.
Isabella gasped, her heart pounding.
God, was some drunk pressing the wrong bell?
She didn't dare open the door. She probably couldn't fight whoever it was.
Sierra had taken sleeping pills and was fast asleep, and her little dog named Sun was useless for protection.
The doorbell kept ringing, and she started to get annoyed. She was worried it would wake Sierra, whose emotions were unstable—she couldn't afford to lose sleep.
Finally, Isabella tiptoed to the door and peeked through the peephole.
Seeing who was outside, her whole body heated up, her heart racing. How could it be him?
Vitale stood there, hair messy, eyes burning with intensity.
Isabella yanked the door open, and the next second, he pinned her against the wall, kissing her fiercely.
His tongue pushed in dominantly, urgent and undeniable.
They only pulled apart when they were both breathless. Vitale stepped back slightly.
"Why are you here?" Isabella stared at him in disbelief. "God, you're still so hard. How could you go out like this?"
Vitale's large hand caressed the back of her head, his voice low. "I missed you so much I couldn't stand it. I had to come."
"But Sierra is sleeping." Isabella whispered in a panic. "I can't wake her up."
"Then don't." Vitale scooped her up, heading straight for the guest room with ease, locking the door behind them.
He skillfully slipped off her nightgown, noticing she had nothing underneath. His Adam's apple bobbed unconsciously.
"Help me undress," he said, guiding her hand to his shirt buttons, "like you always do."
Isabella snapped back to reality. "God, you're really standing here in front of me!"
Vitale kissed her again, this time with a punishing bite until she cried out in pain.
Finally, Isabella started unbuttoning his shirt. When her fingers brushed against his hard cock, she couldn't help but sigh, "It's so warm."
"Yeah, that's why I had to come. I'd burst otherwise."
Isabella shook her head and started to pull back. "I think you should leave now. Sierra..."
Vitale pinned her against the wall, his heated kiss silencing her protest.
Her nightgown was roughly pushed up to her waist, and his cock thrust into her wet pussy without warning.
"No... Sierra's..." Isabella's breaths came in broken gasps, her hands weakly pushing against his solid chest.
Vitale chuckled low, lifting her up while still inside her.
"Let her see," his voice carried a dangerous allure, "how you come undone in my arms."
Isabella realized with horror that he was carrying her toward the bedroom.
Sierra was curled up asleep on the couch, moonlight casting a soft silver glow on her peaceful face.
"Please, not here." She begged quietly, though her body shivered with every thrust.
Vitale laid her down on the carpet beside the couch, his movements unrelenting.
From this angle, if Sierra opened her eyes, she'd see everything.
"You know," he whispered, nibbling her earlobe, "the more nervous you are, the tighter your pussy gets."
Isabella bit her lip hard, not daring to make a sound.
The thrill of doing this so close to her friend made her wrestle between guilt and pleasure.
Vitale cruelly sped up, deliberately making the sound of their bodies slapping together louder.
Isabella couldn't hold back a moan, quickly glancing at Sierra.
Thankfully, she was still asleep.
"Focus," Vitale gripped her waist, "or I can't promise I won't wake her up."
As the peak of pleasure hit, Isabella tilted her head back, silent tears sliding down her face.
When the last tremor faded, she collapsed in his arms, looking at Sierra's serene face with a deep sense of guilt and shame.
Meanwhile, Vitale lazily played with her hair, as if what just happened was nothing out of the ordinary.
After regaining her composure, Isabella looked at Vitale.
"You couldn't have gotten here this fast unless you were following me."
"Damn it, Vitale, you said you'd give me freedom. How could you stalk me? And do that to me in front of Sierra?"
Isabella stormed back to the guest room, finally letting her anger out.
But seeing his still-hard cock, her confidence wavered.
"No," Vitale denied, his fingers lightly tracing her back, "I just missed you so much I bought the suite downstairs."
Isabella stared at him in shock. His craziness made her wet again, despite herself.
Damn it, she could never resist his sweet words.
Vitale noticed her hesitation and pulled her into his arms.
His middle finger slid along her folds, a satisfied groan escaping him as he pressed his erection against her backside, rocking gently.
When his finger easily slipped inside her pussy, he whispered, "Let me in, please. I'm about to explode."
Isabella wanted him too, but suddenly thought of Henley.
She tightened her grip on his cock deliberately. "I don't need a bodyguard. I'm safe."
Vitale groaned, nearly finishing in her hand. "No, you do."
"When I was with Chris, he never overprotected me like this."
That sentence froze the air.
Vitale's eyes turned icy. "You mention your ex in front of me? Damn it, Isabella, you're done for."
Isabella tried to explain, but he roughly turned her around and thrust his cock in hard.
He slapped her ass, each thrust carrying a punishing force. "Apologize."
"No!" Isabella stubbornly bit her lip, even refusing to make a sound.
She was angry too.
Vitale suddenly pulled out, watching her squirm in frustration, then crouched down with a cold smirk, licking her clit.
Just as Isabella neared climax, he entered her pussy again, his voice chilling. "You shouldn't mention your ex when I'm craving you. The consequence of pissing me off is me taking you all night."
"No!" Isabella struggled in panic. "Sierra can't see you!"
Vitale kept thrusting until Isabella, in anger, raised her hand to hit him.
He grabbed her wrist sharply, stopping all movement.
Then he pulled out and silently started dressing.
Despite his still-swollen cock, his eyes were cold as ice.
"Vitale..." Isabella approached in confusion, grabbing his arm. "You can't go out like this. At least put on underwear."
"You tried to hit me over your ex," Vitale's voice held no warmth, "I won't touch you again. Tonight, deal with the emptiness on your own."
He opened the door, turning back with a mocking smile. "Nice to see you, neighbor."
"You jerk!" Isabella growled in anger.
The door closed softly, leaving her alone in the empty room, her body still tingling from earlier, but her heart full of regret and emptiness.
Isabella slid to the floor, finally realizing some lines should never be crossed.