Chapter 14
Chris sneered at Isabella, "Looks like we're strangers now. Stay away from Leila from now on. I don't want her catching your stupidity."
Those words hurt Isabella. She felt a sharp pain and didn't want to see Chris anymore.
"Torian," Isabella said softly, "let's go."
"Sorry you had to go through that, Miss," Torian said quietly.
"It's not your fault." Isabella forced a smile. "I'm fine, really. I just miss that person."
Sonia suggested, "I'll take you home."
"No need."
Colt chimed in, "Then let me take you?"
"No." Isabella looked him straight in the eye. "I don't trust you."
Sonia suddenly grabbed her arm, her voice sharp, "You're going to see that Vitale again, aren't you?"
Isabella gently pulled away, "You don't control me. Who I want to see is my choice."
Colt sneered, "Your eyes are full of desperate desire, Isabella. You want to go find Vitale so he can fuck you, don't you?"
Jealousy flashed in Sonia's eyes. She thought of Vitale's great body again—if he pinned her down and had sex with her, it would feel amazing.
Why did it have to be Isabella?
Her breasts weren't as big as hers, her ass wasn't as big either. Why did she get Vitale's attention?
"Isabella." Sonia walked over, squeezed her breast with her hand, then kissed her neck, whispering, "You should learn how to please a man first. I'll teach you. Don't go."
She didn't want Isabella to go find Vitale.
Isabella pushed her away hard, her face slightly flushed. Her nipples had hardened, "I don't need you to teach me. I know how."
"And Colt, stop looking at me like that. If I get angry, Vitale will get angry too."
Colt didn't expect Isabella to threaten him. He angrily slapped Sonia's ass and said, "Don't stop Isabella from going to her death. Tonight is our wedding night. We should enjoy ourselves."
Sonia felt reluctant but still let Isabella go, "God, I hope this doesn't cause me trouble."
When the outline of the castle on the sea appeared in the moonlight, Isabella paced back and forth in front of the ornate iron gate. Torian had already gone through the basement, leaving her alone here.
She took a deep breath but couldn't bring herself to push open that door, because once she did, she couldn't leave.
Then she would be pinned down by Vitale.
Before Isabella could react, a strong arm pulled her into the dim interior.
A warm body pressed against her from behind, carrying the familiar scent of cigars.
Vitale's palm gripped her waist, his other hand turning her face as he covered her lips without hesitation.
It was a deep kiss with the salty taste of seawater.
Vitale's tongue dominantly pried open her teeth, plundering inside her mouth.
The wet sounds were especially clear in the quiet room, mixed with Isabella's increasingly rapid breathing.
Her initially stiff body gradually softened under his assault, until she was completely leaning into his embrace.
"I thought you were going to jump into the sea," Vitale finally released her, a thread of saliva breaking between their lips, "but didn't have the courage to come in and kiss me."
Isabella leaned against his solid chest, all her unhappiness dissolving in that kiss.
"You saw me the whole time?"
Vitale's fingers traced her bare shoulder line—one strap of the champagne-colored dress had already slipped down.
"You in the dress I gave you, standing in the moonlight—you looked as beautiful as a siren calling to sailors." His lips touched her collarbone. "Tonight, this beauty blooms only for me, okay?"
"Only for you." Isabella tilted her head up and lightly kissed his chin.
Suddenly she remembered the photo from the news on her phone—Vitale kneeling in a pool of blood. Her voice filled with concern, "Are you okay? Those things..."
Vitale took her hand, leading her slowly inside, "Seeing you come back, I don't hurt anymore."
His steps suddenly stopped, "But you didn't tell me you ran into other men at the wedding."
"I'm sorry," Isabella said softly. "I didn't expect to run into my ex-boyfriend either."
Vitale suddenly lifted her up and gently placed her on the marble bar counter.
The cool sensation made her shiver slightly, and he was already standing between her legs.
"Why did you come back?" Vitale's palm slowly moved up the inside of her thigh, his fingertips brushing teasingly over her most sensitive area.
Isabella couldn't help but tilt her head back and gasp, her teeth lightly biting her lower lip, "I want you."
Vitale's movements paused, "What?"
"I said, I want you." Isabella gathered her courage and looked directly into his deep eyes. "I want to feel you enter my body."
"Sorry, I might have been triggered by my ex-boyfriend. He got that woman pregnant, and you make me feel so good. I love your kisses, your embrace..."
Vitale didn't let Isabella finish, sealing her confession with an even deeper kiss.
His fingers precisely found her clitoris, gently pressing through the thin panties.
The dual stimulation made Isabella lose control, wrapping her arms around his neck, her long legs unconsciously hooking around his waist.
In a dizzy moment, they fell into the soft sofa.
Isabella urgently tore at his shirt, buttons scattering onto the carpet.
Vitale smoothly pulled off her dress, letting the moonlight freely kiss her perfect body.
"Think carefully," he held her hand, pressing it against the panther tattoo on his chest. "What do you really want?"
"I want to give you my first time." Tears welled up in Isabella's eyes. "My ex-boyfriend never touched me, that bastard. Three whole years."
Vitale lifted her legs onto his shoulders, his abs showing sexy lines as he leaned down, "Are you sure?"
His fingers explored the wet entrance, causing her to tremble.
Isabella's hips unconsciously moved to meet his touch, her body tingling like electricity, "Tell me, what do you want?"
He lowered his head to take her nipple in his mouth, his tongue circling the tip, whispering between gasps, "I want you to honestly tell me your real name."
"Is a real name that important?" Isabella writhed restlessly.
"That way," his kisses traveled down her belly, "when I enter, I'll know whose body I'm filling."
When his lips touched the most tender skin of her inner thigh, Isabella finally moaned in surrender, "Isabella, my name is Isabella Lorraine."
Vitale looked up, showing a victorious smile in the moonlight.
He leaned down to kiss away the tears at the corners of her eyes, his voice heartbreakingly gentle,
"Good, Isabella. Now, let's carve this name into each other's bodies forever."
With that, Vitale tore off her string panties, then lowered his head to lick her vagina with his tongue.
"Oh God, Vitale."