Chapter 37
Isabella couldn't believe her ears.
Vitale actually picked up his phone, ready to call the landlord.
On such a cold winter night, was he really going to leave her friends out in the cold?
"You can't do this!" She rushed up to Vitale, her voice trembling with anger, "If you insist on this, you'll be trampling on everything between us!"
Vitale chuckled softly, his finger still hovering over the dial button, "Is there anything between us worth treasuring? God knows I like you and want to have sex with you, but you don't have any feelings for me, do you?"
Isabella bit her lower lip and finally gave in.
She couldn't risk her friends' safety, "Fine, I agree."
Vitale immediately broke into a victorious smile and said into the phone, "I was just joking earlier."
After hanging up, he looked at Isabella smugly, "I'm so reasonable."
Isabella walked to the sofa and sat down, taking the contract from her bag and placing it on the table, "I only have one condition - change this clause, then sign it."
Vitale played with his phone, saying casually, "I suddenly want to call the landlord again. Damn it, my mood just got worse."
Isabella's whole body stiffened, anger surging in her chest.
She suddenly stood up and pushed Vitale down onto the sofa, placing one foot on his chest, "You want to have sex with me that badly?"
Vitale held her foot with both hands and kissed it reverently, "Yes. You know how much I desire you, and you know how long I've waited."
His thumb caressed her ankle, "As long as you agree, I'll sign immediately. I'll give you ten minutes to think about it."
Isabella tried to pull her foot back, but he held it firmly.
She closed her eyes in despair, wishing someone would burst through the door and rescue her from this ridiculous deal.
Vitale's hand slowly moved up her calf, and the familiar pleasure made Isabella involuntarily tilt her head back and moan.
Her neck curved beautifully under the light, like a dying swan.
In the end, her inner desire defeated her reason.
Damn it, she actually wanted Vitale's body too.
In that moment, Isabella knew she had completely lost.
"Ten minutes," she looked down at Vitale, "not a second more. That's what you said."
She took out her phone and set a countdown timer. The moment she pressed start, Vitale had already pulled her into his arms.
His kisses fell on her neck, with punishing bites.
"Beautiful Ms. Martinez," Vitale's breath brushed hotly against Isabella's ear, "I hope you can take off your clothes yourself, so I won't tear them apart."
The word "tear" was like a key, instantly unlocking that humid and burning night deep in Isabella's memory.
It was the morning after they first had sex, when Vitale carried her into the spacious marble bathroom.
In the rising steam, he pressed her against the cold tile wall, his fingers skillfully unfastening the only lace underwear covering her body.
It was Isabella's favorite set, black lace decorated with tiny pearls.
"Wait," she had said then, still shy from their first night together, "This is my favorite underwear."
"I'll buy you more," Vitale bit open the strap while panting, and the fabric let out a tearing cry.
Pearls scattered everywhere, rolling in the mist.
Vitale lifted Isabella's buttocks, his cock entering her pussy with the rush of hot water.
Each thrust made her slide on the smooth tiles, and she could only cling tightly to his shoulders.
"Look at me," Vitale commanded, water droplets sliding down his firm chest muscles, "Remember who makes you this happy."
Isabella was thrust so hard she couldn't speak, only letting out broken moans with each insertion of his cock.
Hot water and sweat mixed together, flowing down where their bodies joined.
When Vitale released his cum inside her, he bit her earlobe and whispered, "You'll always be mine."
"This habit of yours is really bad," Isabella struggled out of the memory.
Isabella's eyes suddenly widened, "Wait, that underwear of mine - is it still at your place?"
Vitale laughed without hiding it, his fingers gently caressing her cheek, "Of course. Every night after you ran away, when I was going crazy missing you, I'd hold it and jerk off. It still has your scent on it."
He leaned close to Isabella's ear, his voice low and sexy, "I imagined it was your body, imagined you moaning under me. Sometimes I'd even cover my face with it, like I was kissing you."
Isabella's face instantly flushed red. This knowledge both shamed her and strangely stirred something inside her.
"You're such a pervert."
"I'm only a pervert for you," Vitale kissed her collarbone lightly, "You know what? Every time I smell the lingering perfume on it, my dick gets painfully hard. I didn't even dare wash it, afraid of washing away your last trace."
He took Isabella's hand and placed it on his chest, "Now you're back. I don't need to rely on memories anymore. I can truly feel you, possess you."
Isabella looked at the dangerous yet charming Vitale before her and suddenly understood she had long fallen into the web he'd woven.
From that bathroom morning on, she was destined to never escape Vitale's control.
Isabella knew resistance was futile, but at least she could save her favorite shirt.
She turned her back and removed her clothes one by one, finally standing naked before him.
She instinctively covered her chest with her arms, her skin glowing like pearls under the light.
Vitale approached and kissed Isabella's breast tenderly, "Don't cover them. I love watching them tremble in my hands."
When he lowered his head to take her erect nipple in his mouth, the bathrobe's tie came loose.
Isabella gasped.
Damn man.
Vitale wasn't wearing anything underneath! His already erect cock was pressing hotly against her lower abdomen, as if ready to enter her body at any moment.
Pleasure shot through her body like an electric current. Isabella couldn't help but hold him, her nails digging deep into his firm back muscles.
Vitale carried her to the bay window. The cool glass touched her heated skin, causing a shiver.
Isabella could look back and see the people coming and going on the street below. This awareness both frightened and excited her.
"Can we go to the bed?" she asked breathlessly, "A gentleman like you shouldn't make a lady expose herself on a bay window. Did you treat other women this way before?"
Vitale's movements suddenly stopped.
He looked up, his deep blue eyes looking directly at her.
"No, you're my only woman."
Vitale's words hit like a hammer, shattering Isabella's last psychological defense.
Isabella wrapped her arms around his neck. Her proactive behavior shook Vitale inside. Actually, he was afraid Isabella would run away again, which was why he was so forceful about wanting to have sex with her.
He was more afraid of hurting her. He hadn't expected Isabella's body to be so sensitive. Just from his licking, her pussy was already flowing with wetness, the sweet musky scent exciting him.
So, having sex on the bay window wasn't so bad, was it?