Chapter 29
Isabella's gasp was swallowed by Vitale's scorching kiss.
His tongue forcefully pried open her teeth, wrapping around her tongue with undeniable strength.
Isabella clenched her fists and pounded against his rock-hard chest, but this resistance only made him deepen the kiss further.
"Let go..." Her protest shattered between their tangled lips and teeth.
Vitale's arms locked around her waist like iron bands, spinning her half a circle in the spacious office.
In the dizzying motion, Isabella's back sank into the soft leather sofa, and he immediately covered her, his knee forcefully pushing her legs apart.
The sounds of kissing were especially clear in the quiet office, wet and lingering.
Vitale lifted his head slightly, a silver thread breaking between their lips.
His dark eyes burned with naked desire.
"Touch me." He grabbed Isabella's hand and pressed it against his taut crotch without allowing refusal.
Isabella gasped, the burning cock under her palm making her whole body tremble.
Even through the fabric, she could feel its shocking size and throbbing.
Damn it, it was so hot.
"Do you feel it?" Vitale's breath burned hot against Isabella's ear. "From the moment I ran into you outside the bathroom, it hasn't gone down once."
He thrust his hips slightly, letting her feel that restlessness more clearly: "You caused this, darling, and you need to take responsibility for releasing it."
Vitale's words ran through Isabella's spine like an electric current.
Reason told her she should push him away, but her body betrayed her will.
Her fingertips involuntarily traced that hard outline, earning a suppressed groan from him.
This Vitale who always controlled everything was now aroused by her touch.
This realization was like the strongest liquor, making Isabella dizzy.
Vitale watched the struggle and wavering in her eyes, his voice low and seductive: "Use your mouth, Isabella, show me how charming you can be."
These words shattered Isabella's last defense.
With trembling hands, she unbuckled his belt and pulled down the zipper.
When Vitale's cock was fully exposed before her eyes, she couldn't help but hold her breath.
That aroused desire was like its owner—commanding and impossible to ignore.
Isabella leaned down, her blonde hair falling like a waterfall.
As her lips were about to touch him, she could hear his suddenly rapid breathing.
The first touch was light as a feather.
Vitale's hand gripped the sofa armrest tightly, his knuckles turning white.
As she gradually deepened this intimate contact, he threw his head back with a suppressed gasp.
"God." Vitale panted heavily, his fingers threading through her blonde hair, wanting both to push her away to avoid losing control and to press her deeper.
Isabella's clumsy yet passionate movements quickly made him lose the ability to think.
In this office filled with power and deals, the most dangerous mafia godfather was surrendering to her lips and tongue.
When the final moment came, Vitale pressed Isabella's head down firmly, letting out a nearly painful hiss.
Afterward, he pulled her up and kissed her deeply, tasting their shared flavor.
This kiss no longer carried plunder, but was filled with a certain heart-stopping tenderness.
"You're a deadly surprise, Isabella Lorraine." Vitale murmured against Isabella's forehead.
Isabella frantically grabbed the shirt scattered on the floor, her fingers too nervous to obey.
Her bare skin exposed to the air conditioning made her shiver.
She absolutely couldn't stand being disheveled in the office—it made her feel like a cheap call girl.
"Why put it on?" Vitale wrapped around Isabella from behind, his warm chest pressing against her cool back.
His slender fingers deftly slipped under the hem of her shirt, precisely capturing her sensitive nipples, gently kneading them, feeling them gradually harden and bloom in his palm.
"I like you like this."
"No." Isabella couldn't suppress a moan, then suddenly came to her senses.
She elbowed backward, and taking advantage of Vitale's moment of pain, she broke free, retreating two steps while clutching her clothes until her back hit the cold bookshelf.
Vitale stood in place, his gaze dangerous as a leopard's.
His eyes swept over her disheveled clothing without concealment, finally settling on her chest heaving with nervousness.
What alarmed Isabella even more was the obvious bulge in his crotch, its size reminding her of that crazy night.
Damn it, hadn't he just released in her mouth? Why was he still so energized?
Isabella unconsciously swallowed, feeling a surge of wetness between her legs.
She had to say something to break this ambiguous standoff.
"Mr. Luca!" Her voice was unusually sharp with nervousness. "Before officially signing the contract, I'm not your assistant yet!"
Vitale chuckled lowly, unhurriedly unfastening his cufflinks: "From the moment you stepped into this office, you were."
He advanced, his leather shoes making dull sounds on the wool carpet.
Isabella hurriedly buttoned up, but her fingers wouldn't cooperate.
When she tried to fasten the third button, the thread suddenly snapped, and her full breasts bounced out like startled rabbits. This accident made Vitale's gaze even darker.
"Oh God." Isabella whispered desperately, feeling like she was back to that night when he had her pinned on the desk, taking her at will. She had to divert his attention.
"You arranged all of this, didn't you?" She tried to keep her voice steady. "From when Aria got the recruitment information?"
Vitale removed his tie, wrapping it around his hand once, advancing step by step: "If I hadn't done this, how long were you planning to hide?"
His tone suddenly became dangerous: "Sleeping with me and then running away—what do you take this mafia boss for? I should teach you a proper lesson."
Isabella froze, suddenly remembering the mysterious footsteps in the stairwell: "Oh God, the person in the stairwell was you?"
"Of course it was me." Vitale finally trapped her between the wall and his body. "I couldn't wait to see you, and then properly punish you for leaving without a word."
Isabella lowered her eyes, staring at his polished shoes: "Sonia told me your identity. She warned me you would torture me, and I used to think so too. But you've been good to me."
Vitale suddenly stopped all movement, studying her face seriously: "You say I'm good? Saying that to a mafia boss?"
He suddenly laughed lowly: "That's the most ridiculous joke I've ever heard, but strangely, I believe you mean it."
He suddenly pressed her against the wall, kissing her lips fiercely while tearing open the shirt she had just put on.
When his palm covered her naked breast, he sighed with satisfaction: "I told you, little gambler, you'll always be my woman."
Isabella panted with difficulty beneath him, her legs unconsciously rubbing together: "Please let me go."
"Say my name." Vitale sexily nibbled her lower lip. "You stole my heart, don't think you can escape easily."
Isabella turned her head, letting his kiss fall on the side of her neck.
When he sucked hard on her sensitive skin, she couldn't help but let out a pleasured tremor: "Mr. Luca, I think we should get to know each other again. I don't want people to see hickeys on my neck."
Despite her verbal refusal, Isabella's body honestly responded to his caresses.
That wonderful pleasure felt like it would send her to heaven.
"Are you sure that's what you really mean?" Vitale used his knee to push Isabella's legs apart, gently grinding against her most sensitive area, feeling the fabric gradually becoming soaked.
When his fingers explored the edge of her stockings, lightly probing her wet entrance through her panties, Isabella finally couldn't help but cry out: "Yes! I said yes!"
Vitale suddenly withdrew his hand, planting a final kiss on her lips, his tone full of regret: "As you wish."
He elegantly stepped back, beginning to straighten his clothing, as if the man burning with desire moments ago was just her illusion.
Isabella, however, slid down the wall to sit on the floor, still twitching slightly between her legs.
She desperately felt that her skirt had been soaked through in a patch.