Chapter 36
Isabella tilted her head back, letting out a suppressed moan, yet still clinging to her last bit of reason, "No, I just don't have any clothes to wear. You tore up all the ones from last time."
Vitale's teeth gently nibbled at her collarbone, making her shiver.
"I'm here to discuss the contract," she said breathlessly, "you should politely let me go."
"Alright," Vitale unexpectedly released his grip, a playful smile tugging at his lips, "I'll let you go, but please don't tempt me either."
Isabella hurriedly sat up, straightening her messy collar. However, when her gaze accidentally swept across the open collar of Vitale's bathrobe, that solid chest immediately awakened those embarrassing memories.
She had straddled him, drawing circles on his chest with her breasts. She had lain between his legs, feeling his burning breath. And Vitale had traced circles on her buttocks with his tongue, stirring up waves of trembling pleasure.
Isabella cursed under her breath, forcing herself to pull away from these sensual fantasies. Vitale was too dangerous. She had to stay clear-headed.
"The contract is here," she pulled out the documents from her bag, trying to keep her voice steady.
Vitale took the contract and scanned it, his brow gradually furrowing, "Why didn't you sign it? Isabella, do you really want to see me angry?"
"No, you know I wouldn't dare," she pretended to be calm, "After all, the mafia is too scary."
"You know that's not what I mean," Vitale stepped forward, "Tell me what you're unhappy with. Salary? Benefits? We can discuss everything."
Isabella suddenly showed a sly smile, as if she had instantly gained the upper hand. She gracefully slipped off her high heels and lifted her foot to lightly press against his already erect penis.
Vitale threw his head back with a suppressed groan, "Damn it, what are you doing?"
"Doing what you like," Isabella's sole rubbed against his penis with just the right pressure, "But I want to add a clause."
Vitale's cheeks flushed unnaturally. He could barely control himself from pinning her down.
"What clause?" his voice was hoarse beyond recognition.
"I hope the employer maintains proper distance from the employee," Isabella's sole pressed down a bit harder, "Like this distance right now is good—the boss can't just touch the employee whenever he wants."
Vitale gasped, feeling that deadly pleasure surge from his lower abdomen throughout his body. This woman who drove him crazy was simply his perfect nemesis.
Isabella's toes were like a playful butterfly, lightly brushing across Vitale's tense lower abdomen. The movement carried a somewhat clumsy seduction, yet it made Vitale's whole body tremble.
"You've learned to be naughty, little gambler," his voice was husky as he watched that foot wandering between his legs.
Isabella tilted her head, her blonde hair spread across the pillow, her eyes glinting with mischief, "Didn't you teach me all this?"
Her toes continued exploring downward, brushing against his already erect penis as if by accident. Vitale sucked in a breath, his muscles instantly tensing. Isabella actually remembered this.
It was their first night, in the castle bedroom. When she had retreated in fear, Vitale hadn't forced her. Instead, he had gently held her ankle, guiding her toes to touch his burning skin.
"Like this," he had whispered in Isabella's ear then, "If you're not ready yet, we can try another way."
Now, Isabella's toes were recreating every step of that night. She first used her toes to lightly trace along his inner thigh, feeling his muscles twitch. Then, her sole slowly covered his swollen penis, feeling it throb beneath her touch.
"Oh my." Vitale threw his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing. He had never imagined that the technique he'd taught to comfort Isabella would now become the sweetest torture.
Isabella's toes began pressing rhythmically, sometimes gently teasing, sometimes applying enough pressure to make him feel like he might break.
She watched Vitale's expression gradually shift from restraint to intoxication, a strange sense of conquest rising in her heart.
"Stop... stop..." Vitale's voice was already fragmented, but his body honestly responded to her movements.
Not only did Isabella not stop, she actually quickened her pace. Her toes skillfully caressed the most sensitive tip, feeling the clear liquid already beginning to seep out.
"You're going to..." Before Vitale could finish his words, an intense tremor swept through him. White semen spurted out, wetting Isabella's foot and calf.
The room filled with a musky scent, mixed with their heavy breathing. Isabella looked at Vitale collapsed on the bed, his chest heaving violently, and suddenly realized what she had done.
Vitale slowly opened his eyes, grabbed her ankle, and pressed a kiss on the back of her foot.
"Now," his gaze became dangerous again, "it's my turn."
Isabella swallowed, trying to steady her trembling body, "I hope you can add this clause."
"That kind of clause isn't necessary," he gripped her slender ankle, his fingertips gently caressing that delicate skin.
"It's very necessary," Isabella insisted, "Only then can I feel safe."
Vitale suddenly laughed, his eyes dangerous and charming, "You think a piece of paper can change anything? It can't change my desire to fuck you, Isabella. I want to hear you scream for me, want to see you so turned on you're talking nonsense."
Isabella abruptly pulled back her foot and walked quickly toward the door, "No, you can't. If you don't agree, I'm leaving right now. As for your threats, let them happen. God will show me a new path. You can't control everything yet."
Her face radiated confident light, which both annoyed and fascinated Vitale.
He strode forward, scooped Isabella up and tossed her back onto the bed.
"I can, you should believe in my abilities," Vitale leaned down close, "You clearly enjoy the intimacy between us too, so why refuse? That ultimate pleasure—don't you like it?"
"I don't like it," Isabella said against her will.
In fact, her body had long been crazy for Vitale, but she had to hold the last line of defense to maintain the upper hand in this dangerous game.
"The clause can be added," Vitale finally gave in, but his gaze remained burning, "But you still have to have sex with me. I've waited too long, Isabella. Don't disappoint me."
"What if I insist on disappointing you?" she defiantly lifted her chin.
Vitale slowly stood up and shook his head. He picked up his phone and called the landlord, "If I make a second call, you throw them all out. Yes, including Isabella's roommates, Aria and Amira. Yes, depending on my mood."
After hanging up, the room fell into dead silence. Isabella looked at the desire churning in Vitale's eyes and suddenly realized this game was far more dangerous than she had imagined.
"Now," Vitale tossed his phone aside and walked back toward her, "let's continue discussing the contract. But before that..."
He knelt on one knee at the edge of the bed, his fingers gently caressing Isabella's cheek, "I need to collect a little deposit first."