Chapter 77
When Vitale kicked the door shut with his heel, the sound of the wooden door hitting the frame echoed through the suite.
The next second, his palm was already cradling the back of Isabella's head, his thumb pressing against her jaw to force her to look up, before he kissed her hard.
This kiss wasn't gentle; it was more like a bite.
Vitale lightly nipped at Isabella's lower lip with his teeth, and the moment she gasped in pain and opened her mouth, his tongue pushed in without hesitation.
Their tongues tangled in the wet, hot darkness, carrying the sharp bite of whiskey and the salty edge of desire.
They spun and stumbled from the doorway toward the bedroom, expensive suits and silk dresses tearing open in the whirlwind, buttons popping off and landing on the carpet with faint sounds.
Finally, they collapsed onto the bed, the pricey cotton sheets crumpling beneath them.
Isabella, panting, grabbed Vitale's hand as it reached under her skirt. "Wait, don't you still have to drink with Blake?"
Vitale seized her hand and forcefully pressed it against his crotch.
The hard, hot sensation there made Isabella gasp.
"I drank a spiked drink," he panted in her ear, his voice rough and terrifying. "Blake's little joke. He wanted to see how long I could hold out."
He bit her earlobe. "So I need you. Now."
Isabella felt her defenses crumbling.
But she still tried to resist. "No, we already did it in the elevator…"
"You're not getting away," Vitale cut her off, his fingers already slipping between her thighs, pressing lightly against her soaked underwear. "Feel that? Your pussy is dripping wet. I have to be inside you, Isabella. I can't take it anymore."
He kissed her again, using his lips and tongue to silence any possible refusal.
Isabella's arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, her fingers threading through his thick red hair.
Vitale groaned into her mouth.
It was a sound she'd never heard before, a mix of pain and desire.
What followed was fast, like a storm.
Vitale's movements turned rough. He tore open her shirt, buttons flying everywhere.
Isabella, just as eager, yanked at his belt, the sound of the zipper ripping through the quiet suite sounding especially sharp.
When Vitale's fingers slipped inside her pussy, Isabella arched her body, her nails digging into the muscles of his shoulders.
"Vitale!" she screamed, not from pain, but from the overwhelming pleasure.
"Damn it," Vitale gritted his teeth, sweat dripping from his forehead onto her chest. "You should call me Vito right now."
Isabella looked into his blue eyes, burning with desire and anger, and finally whispered the intimate name, "Vito."
Almost the moment the word left her lips, Vitale lifted her legs and thrust his cock inside her without any foreplay.
The entry was rough and dry due to the lack of lubrication, causing a sharp pain that made Isabella gasp. But soon, that pain was overtaken by intense pleasure.
Vitale's cock filled her completely, each thrust hitting her most sensitive spot with precision.
"Vito," she cried out loudly, completely forgetting they were in Blake's territory.
Footsteps and muffled laughter came from outside the door.
Clearly, Blake's people were eavesdropping.
Isabella quickly covered her mouth, but Vitale deliberately increased the force of his thrusts, making her cry out again.
"Don't hold back," he panted, sweat sliding down his sharp jawline. "Let them hear. Let them all know you're mine."
Between waves of pleasure, Isabella caught the anger in his eyes.
Panting, she asked, "Are you mad? Why?"
Vitale didn't answer, just spread her legs wider and thrust his cock even deeper.
Only as Isabella couldn't hold back her screams did he finally speak, each word forced through clenched teeth.
"You shouldn't have done that to me in the elevator."
"I just wanted to help you forget your fear."
"So you teased me?" Vitale suddenly flipped Isabella over, making her lie face down on the bed, before pushing his cock inside her again from behind.
This position let him go even deeper, and Isabella's fingers gripped the sheets tightly, her knuckles turning white.
Vitale held her waist with one hand while the other reached forward, pinching her sensitive nipple, tugging and pressing with his fingertips.
"Vito, don't…" Isabella's moans grew louder, beyond her control.
"When you say don't," Vitale leaned down, whispering in her ear while his other hand kneaded her breast, "your pussy is welcoming me. Look, your nipple is getting hard."
He pinched her nipple hard, and Isabella screamed as she climaxed for the first time.
But she quickly realized it was far from over.
Vitale didn't stop. He kept thrusting his cock, relentless in her still-trembling pussy.
"I said I'd fuck you for three days and three nights," Vitale panted, flipping her over again to look into her dazed, post-climax eyes. "This is just the start."
"No," Isabella struggled to sit up. "You can't do this here. They'll know."
"I don't care anymore," Vitale grabbed her wrists, pinning her back to the bed. "I need to show you what happens when you tease me."
He pushed his cock in deeper, each thrust hitting her deepest spot.
Isabella had lost count of how many times she'd climaxed. Her body felt like a lit fuse, every touch sparking a new wave of pleasure.
"Six people know about my fear," Vitale said suddenly, his voice carrying a vulnerability Isabella had never heard before. "Henley, Amboni, Victor, Blake, and two who are already dead. They all know, but no one dares to touch it, no one dares to help me in that way."
He leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers, their sweat mingling. "But you, damn it, how could you? Do you know I've been staying away from you these past few days, doing everything to hold myself back, just to keep you out of this war? And yet, you teased me like that in the elevator."
Vitale's movements slowed, each thrust deep and deliberate, almost like a ritual. "You made me feel like I was in heaven, Isabella. In that moment, I knew I was done for. God, I'm completely screwed."
He lifted her face, forcing her to look into his eyes. "I can't let you go in this lifetime. Even if I die, I'll die with you."
His words felt like a curse, or maybe a vow.
Suddenly, Vitale picked her up and carried her to the floor-to-ceiling window in the room.
The night view stretched out beyond the glass, starlight and city lights casting shadows on their naked bodies.
He pressed her against the cold glass and pushed his cock inside her again from behind.
Isabella's breasts were squashed against the window, distorting their shape. She could see her own dazed expression reflected in the dark night.
What made her shiver even more was the faint sight of someone in a window across the street, holding binoculars and looking their way.
A wave of shame shot through her spine like electricity, but it was quickly followed by an even stronger thrill.
Isabella couldn't help but scream, her breath fogging up the glass.
"Yes," she gasped, her fingers leaving wet streaks on the window. "Just fuck me like this, Vito. Die with me."
Vitale raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting her to respond like that.
Then he smirked.
It was a dangerous, captivating smile.
He picked Isabella up again, brought her back to the bed, spread her legs as wide as they could go, and thrust his cock completely, deeply inside her pussy.
When Henley's call came through, Isabella was lying on the carpet, soaked with sweat, her legs lifted high by Vitale.
She thought he'd ignore it.
At times like this, Vitale never answered calls.
But she was wrong.
While answering the phone, Vitale adjusted his position, attempting to push his cock into her even tighter back entrance.
"Speak," he said, his voice eerily calm, showing no sign of the intense sex they were having.
Henley's voice came through the speaker on the other end. "Boss, Blake's people are starting to pull out. Looks like the deal is done. Should I come up to get you?"
"Half an hour," Vitale replied, thrusting his cock hard into her ass at the same time.
Isabella clamped her mouth shut, not daring to make a sound.
The double stimulation nearly broke her.
Her body was being claimed, her ears hearing him calmly give orders, while she was on the edge of another climax.
"Understood. Also…" Henley paused. "Camilla just left, but she had a message."
"Say it."
"'Tell Vitale his rose is beautiful, but roses have thorns. Be careful not to get pricked.'"
Vitale let out a cold laugh, his movements growing fiercer. "Tell her my rose blooms only for me. If anyone else dares to touch it, those thorns will turn into blades."
After hanging up, Vitale tossed the phone aside and cupped Isabella's face with both hands. "Now, let's keep going."
Three hours later, when Isabella finally begged for mercy, the suite was a complete mess.
The sheets were yanked off the bed, pillows were torn open, and feathers scattered everywhere.
Her body was covered in hickeys and finger marks, some spots even turning purple.
Vitale didn't actually keep Isabella in bed for three days and three nights.
Maybe it was a shred of remaining sanity, or maybe the drug's effect was wearing off.
He carried her into the bathroom, gently washing her, his touch so tender it was a stark contrast to his earlier roughness.
"I'm sorry," Vitale whispered in her ear. "The drug, and the anger, made me lose control."
Isabella leaned against him, barely having the strength to lift a hand.
But she still softly said, "It's okay. I wanted it."
When they went downstairs, Henley was already waiting in the car.
Seeing Vitale carrying Isabella, wrapped in his suit jacket, Henley just raised an eyebrow and said nothing.
On the ride back, Isabella buried her face in Vitale's chest, not daring to look up.
She could feel Henley's knowing glance through the rearview mirror.
That look made her cheeks burn.
When they reached the apartment building, Vitale carried Isabella out of the car, into the elevator, into the bedroom, and gently placed her on the bed.
"Rest well," he said, kissing her forehead. "We've got a lot to talk about tomorrow."
As he turned to leave, Isabella softly asked, "Will you come back?"
Vitale paused at the door, looked back, and smiled.
"Isabella, do you think you can still get away from me now?"