Chapter 35
Vitale felt like he was losing his mind.
Just thinking about Isabella's blue eyes—timid yet defiant—made his cock throb painfully hard.
He'd already jerked off twice in the bathroom, but that damn desire still surged through his veins.
Vitale tried to distract himself with mountains of paperwork, only to find her image seemed to appear on every boring report.
Dressed in a sexy bunny outfit, sitting on his desk, spreading her legs for him.
Her pink pussy lips twitching, inviting him to lick them, then slide his fingers inside, and finally thrust his cock in and fuck her to orgasm.
"Damn it!" Vitale slammed the files on the desk. He shouldn't have let her go in the office today.
And her bold move in the bathroom earlier—Vitale couldn't help but take a deep breath, his cock growing even harder.
That little vixen kneeling before him, her soft tongue circling his hard shaft, then taking the tip deep into her mouth—that wet, tight sensation nearly made him lose control right there.
Her technique was clumsy but eager, every awkward suck driving him crazy.
"God, if you don't come soon, I'll send someone to drag you here," Vitale muttered to the empty room.
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
Vitale practically rushed to open it, but when he saw the strange woman standing there, the anticipation on his face instantly froze.
A red-haired woman in a revealing dress was posing seductively, showing off her impressive cleavage, "Sir, need some special service? For just five hundred pounds, I can make you feel amazing."
The massage girl swayed her hips, deliberately brushing her full breasts against Vitale's arm.
She wore an almost transparent gauze dress, every movement showcasing her hot curves.
Seeing Vitale ignore her, she moved even more provocatively.
"Sir, need some special service?" Her voice was as sweet as melted honey.
Vitale gave her a cold glance, his eyes looking at her like she was already dead, "My woman is a thousand times better than you. Your smell disgusts me."
The woman was shocked to hear such words. She felt a bit indignant, "Sir, I don't believe it. Do you know how many men are crazy about me?"
Vitale turned back to pick up a drink, casually swirling his whiskey glass, the amber liquid rippling under the light.
"The way she blooms beneath me could drive any man crazy." A dangerous smile curved his lips. "When I enter her, she can't help but beg me with those blue eyes, but her pussy is honest—it's always soaking wet."
The massage girl unconsciously pressed her thighs together, her breathing becoming rapid.
"Want to know how to make her come?" Vitale's voice carried a dangerous magnetism. "I have to kiss every inch of her body first, until she's crying and begging me. Then..."
"Sir." The massage girl moved closer in arousal, her fingers touching his chest. "Let me serve you then."
Vitale suddenly pulled out a gun, the cold barrel pressed against her forehead.
"Get lost." His voice was as cold as a poisoned blade. "You're not worth a single hair on her head."
The massage girl turned pale with fright and scrambled out of the room.
Vitale put away the gun and looked out at the night.
All he could think about was Isabella gasping beneath him.
The woman who made him lose control, made him crave, made him willing to give everything.
Vitale glanced at the time, his brow furrowing slightly.
That little gambler dared to make him wait this long.
But the more torturous the wait, the more intense the pleasure when he finally got what he wanted.
Tonight, he would make Isabella admit with her own lips that she, like him, had already fallen deep into this game of lust.
After the woman left, Vitale didn't close the door. He leaned against the doorframe and lit a cigar, his eyes fixed on the end of the hallway.
Through the swirling smoke, his long fingers unconsciously caressed the gun, trying to calm his restlessness.
One cigarette burned out, and Isabella still hadn't appeared.
He irritably ground the butt under his foot and was about to light a second one when he finally saw the figure he'd been longing for.
Isabella wore the most ordinary gray sweatsuit, wrapped up completely.
This outfit made Vitale laugh softly. He lazily held his unlit cigar, his burning gaze examining her,
"Honestly, this outfit is actually refreshing, babe."
Isabella walked slowly closer, noticing the firm chest muscles beneath Vitale's bathrobe collar, and unconsciously looked away, "You're making me uncomfortable too. Standing at the door dressed like that—are you providing special services for that lady from earlier?"
There was obvious jealousy in her tone.
On the elevator ride up, she'd heard several call girls discussing this room's guest's perfect body, which made her recall the shock of seeing Vitale naked for the first time.
What Vitale didn't know was that despite Isabella's fully covered appearance, she wore nothing under the sweatsuit.
She had no more clothes left for him to tear up.
Seeing Vitale's delayed response, Isabella couldn't help but press, "Where's that dress I wore last time?"
"Do we really have to discuss this in the doorway?" Vitale elegantly stepped aside, making an inviting gesture. "Are you coming in? But think carefully—once you step into this room, don't expect to leave easily."
Isabella lifted her chin with a challenging smile, "I can leave whenever I want. Didn't I successfully leave you last time?"
Vitale's eyes suddenly turned dangerous.
He tossed the cigar aside and pulled her into his arms, his strong arms tightly encircling her waist,
"That was an accident. I'll never let that happen again."
The door closed behind them, and Isabella was pulled down onto the soft bed.
Vitale trapped her firmly beneath him, his burning gaze almost devouring her,
"Why did you run away? Sneaking off while I was on the phone—you deliberately stole my heart, didn't you?"
"No," Isabella avoided his intense gaze. "I just didn't want to disturb your work, and I had my own things to handle."
Vitale raised her hands above her head and skillfully unzipped her sweatshirt with his teeth.
When he discovered she wore nothing underneath, he laughed low and leaned down to kiss her erect nipple,
"Is this a surprise for me?" Vitale's voice was husky with desire, each syllable teasing her most sensitive nerves.
Isabella trembled slightly beneath him, feeling his burning kisses trailing downward.
When his lips touched her lower abdomen, she couldn't help but arch her body, her fingers digging deep into the sheets.
"Vitale." Isabella called his name softly, her tone carrying a longing she herself hadn't noticed.
"Tonight," his kiss returned to her lips, his voice carrying an unrefusable dominance, "I'm going to make you admit with your own lips that you, like me, have been looking forward to this night for a long time."