Chapter 74
Vitale pulled out his phone to make a call, his fingertips turning white from the pressure.
Outside the elevator, the night view spread across the glass like a sea of lights, but his gaze couldn't focus.
The distant lights melted into blurry, colorful patches in his dizzy vision.
"Amboni," Vitale said into his earpiece, struggling to keep his voice steady, "I want the elevator surveillance to be off for a while."
There was a second of silence on the other end before Amboni's knowing voice replied, "Got it, Mr. Luca. Is ten minutes enough?"
"Enough," Vitale said, then hung up.
Isabella crouched down, the silk of her dress making a faint rustling sound.
Vitale looked down and saw her hand reaching for his belt.
"Isabella Lorraine," he called her full name in a warning tone.
But Isabella didn't stop.
She unbuckled Vitale's belt, the sharp click of the metal resounding clearly in the confined space.
Then she stood up, tiptoeing to kiss his lips.
Her tongue pushed past his teeth, brushing over the sensitive roof of his mouth, then trailing down his jaw, kissing his Adam's apple, and stopping at his rapidly pulsing carotid artery.
Vitale grabbed her wrist, trying to stop her, but his strength was slipping away.
Part of it was the dizziness from the height, but mostly it was because of Isabella's damn precise teasing.
"Trust me," Isabella whispered in his ear, her tongue lightly flicking over his earlobe.
Vitale's body trembled uncontrollably.
The shiver spread from his spine, making his knees weak.
And Isabella's hand had already slipped into his suit pants, gripping his already hard cock through the fabric of his underwear.
"Isabella," he gasped, his voice low and rough.
She could feel the cock in her palm swelling quickly, getting harder, hotter.
Vitale's breathing grew faster, his warm breath hitting the side of her neck.
His moans were deep, sexy sounds rumbling from his chest.
It made Isabella's own legs go weak.
She could feel her pussy getting wet, the sticky sensation in her underwear showing her own intense desire.
"Touch me," she begged in his ear, her voice hoarse with lust, "please, Vitale."
Vitale let out a fierce growl. "Damn it!"
Then he suddenly lifted her up.
Isabella's back slammed against the cold glass wall of the elevator, one leg hoisted over his shoulder.
Her skirt was flipped up, and Vitale's head dipped under it.
Isabella felt her underwear being roughly pushed aside, then his tongue directly licking her most sensitive folds.
She threw her head back and screamed, her fingers digging deep into Vitale's red hair.
Pleasure shot through her like electricity from that spot, spreading everywhere. She could barely stand, only held up by Vitale's arm supporting her leg.
The elevator swayed slightly.
Normally, Vitale would have frozen instantly.
But now, all his focus was on the sensation at the tip of his tongue.
The fluid from Isabella's arousal, the trembling of her thigh muscles, and her uncontrollable, increasingly rapid gasps.
"Vitale, enough, I can't take it," she pleaded through sobs.
When Vitale pulled back from under her skirt, his lips were wet and shiny.
His eyes, in the dim elevator light, burned like blue sapphires.
Without any foreplay, he slammed her into the corner and, with her soaking wet pussy, thrust his cock hard inside her.
Isabella's scream was swallowed by his kiss.
At the moment of penetration, both of them shuddered.
So tight, so wet, so perfect.
It felt like they were meant to fit together like this.
Vitale started thrusting, each time going deeper, hitting her sensitive spot every time.
The elevator shook more intensely with their rough movements.
All of Vitale's attention was on Isabella beneath him, on her tight, wet heat, on the moans she let out with every thrust that drove him wild.
Isabella clung to his neck, watching the numbers jump on the elevator display.
Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine...
Ten more floors.
That meant Vitale could only thrust into her like this for a few minutes.
This realization pushed Isabella to make an even crazier decision.
"Hold me tight," she commanded between gasps.
Vitale didn't understand but instinctively obeyed.
Isabella tightened her legs, sliding down from his shoulder, then jumped up with force.
Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her whole body hanging onto him.
This position let his cock reach a depth they'd never hit before.
"Damn it!" Vitale growled, his forehead pressing against hers, desire raging in his blue eyes. "You're such a slut."
"Yes," Isabella gasped, moving up and down with his thrusts, "I want to cling to you. I've missed fucking you, Vitale. I don't know what you're running from, but I won't let you get away."
Her words were like the strongest aphrodisiac.
Vitale started thrusting harder, the elevator shaking so much it made you worry it might stop.
But neither of them cared.
Vitale's hands supported her hips, helping her move up and down, each thrust hitting the deepest, most sensitive spot inside her.
Isabella felt herself nearing the edge.
She could feel Vitale's cock throbbing inside her, knowing he was close too.
The elevator display.
Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine...
Three more floors.
"Vitale..." she gasped, "I'm about to come..."
"Hold on," Vitale gritted his teeth, sweat sliding down his forehead and dripping onto her chest.
Fortieth floor.
Forty-first floor.
Just as the elevator was about to reach the forty-second floor, the top, Vitale suddenly put her down and quickly pulled out of her.
Isabella's legs gave out, and she dropped to her knees, but she reacted instantly.
She lunged forward, unzipped his still-open pants, and took his throbbing, precum-dripping cock into her mouth.
"Isabella! No..." Vitale's protest turned into a long moan.
Her mouth was warm and wet, her tongue skillfully licking his most sensitive tip before taking him deep, almost to her throat.
Vitale's fingers slid into her blonde hair, not pushing her away but instinctively pressing her closer.
Forty-second floor.
As the elevator doors began to slide open, Isabella felt his body tense.
She sped up, and a few seconds later, Vitale let out a low growl as he came in her mouth.
The thick liquid made her throat tighten, but she forced herself to swallow it all, even giving a gentle suck before he fully softened.
Vitale, trembling, pulled Isabella up and kissed her hard.
It wasn't a gentle after-kiss; it was rough, possessive, almost like he was claiming her, with a hint of blood in the taste.
His tongue swept through every inch of her mouth, licking away the lingering cum, biting her lips until she whimpered.
The elevator doors fully opened.
Outside stood Blake, Amboni, Henley, and a few men Isabella didn't recognize.
The air froze.
Isabella's face turned bright red. She could feel the lingering sting on her lips from Vitale's bites, her swollen mouth, and her messy hair.
And Vitale—his face was flushed, his breathing heavy. Though his suit pants were zipped up, a closer look showed his belt wasn't fully buckled.
Blake's eyes darted between them, and he finally raised an eyebrow with a knowing smirk. "Looks like this elevator's got some solid weight capacity."
Vitale grabbed Isabella's hand, pulling her to his side.
His grip was so tight it hurt, but she understood.
He was hiding his trembling.
Not from fear, but from the intense climax they'd just shared.
"Blake," Vitale's voice had returned to its usual calm, though only Isabella could hear the lingering roughness beneath, "sorry to keep you waiting."
"Totally worth it," Blake said, turning to lead the way, the amusement clear in his tone. "The champagne for the pool party is ready. Of course, if you two need a more private space, I can arrange that too."
Isabella kept her head down, avoiding everyone's eyes.
She could feel their stares.
Curious, judging, suggestive.
Until Vitale stopped walking.
"Wait a moment," he said, pulling Isabella aside.
In the shadow of the hallway, he cupped her face, his thumb gently brushing over her swollen lips.
His blue eyes swirled with deep emotion.
"You really surprise me, Isabella," Vitale said softly, his voice carrying a tenderness she'd never heard before.
Isabella stood on her tiptoes, straightening his crooked tie and smoothing the wrinkles on his suit.
When her fingers brushed over a suspicious wet spot on his pants, they both stiffened slightly.
"At least," Isabella whispered, avoiding his gaze, "you don't look scared anymore."
Vitale's hand suddenly gripped her waist, pulling her close.
His body pressed against hers, making it clear.
Even after coming once, his cock was hard again.
"You'll pay for this," Vitale whispered in her ear, his voice dangerous and sexy. "Tonight, I'm tying you to the bed. I'll fuck you until you're crying and begging, until you forget your own name, until every inch of your skin is marked by me."
Isabella's face flushed deeper, but she tilted her head stubbornly. "I saved you, and you still want to torture me?"
"Yes," Vitale said, kissing her earlobe. "Because right now, you'd better go to the bathroom, clean yourself up, fix your makeup, sort out your hair, and..."
His fingers lightly traced her thigh under her skirt. "Make sure no one can tell how good I fucked you in that elevator."
"Because you looked so beautiful like that, too beautiful for anyone else to see. And..." Vitale lowered his voice, "Next time you wear a skirt like this, don't wear damn tights. I almost couldn't rip them. But the thong? Keep that up."