Chapter 38
Isabella didn't have time to react before Vitale grabbed her legs and hooked them around his waist, thrusting his cock inside her with one powerful motion.
They both let out satisfied sighs simultaneously.
"God, your pussy is still so tight," Vitale panted in her ear, beginning to move with slow, deep strokes.
Isabella moaned uncontrollably while glancing at the phone on the nightstand, "Mr. Luca, please hurry up, there are only seven minutes left."
"You have to ruin the mood at a time like this?" Vitale gave her ass a light slap, "Right now I'm not your boss, just a man who wants you."
"But..." she could barely form words as he pounded into her, "I need you to sign the contract... don't go back on your word..."
Vitale quickened his pace, and just then his phone rang.
Seeing it was the landlord calling, Isabella hurriedly bit her lip, not wanting the person on the other end to hear her wanton sounds.
But Vitale actually answered the phone, his movements not stopping at all.
"What is it?" His voice remained steady while his lower body continued to thrust hard into her.
Isabella desperately covered her mouth, her body trembling with each of his impacts.
Vitale gave brief instructions and hung up, then lifted her by the ass and carried her around the room, continuing to possess her as he walked.
The wet sounds were especially clear in the quiet room.
"I want to hear your voice," Vitale demanded breathlessly, "Moan for me."
Isabella stubbornly shook her head, so he began attacking even more fiercely, hitting her most sensitive spot with every thrust.
She finally couldn't help but cry out.
Vitale laid her down on the desk where the contract was spread out, pushed her legs apart, bit open a pen cap with his teeth, and signed his name under Isabella's gaze.
"You got what you wanted, my woman," he waved the contract with its ink still wet, his movements becoming even more brutal.
Isabella reached out to grab the contract, but he penetrated her even harder.
"Oh God... you only have three minutes left..." she reminded him in broken phrases.
"You can't order me around," Vitale chuckled darkly, "because you look like you're enjoying this immensely."
Her fingertips involuntarily traced his firm abs, feeling the lines of his taut muscles.
Finally Isabella's rationality completely collapsed. She sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him frantically, leaving a small bite mark on his lower lip.
She was really going to be driven crazy by Vitale.
When the clock struck the hour, Vitale reluctantly pulled out, releasing his hot cum on her chest.
Isabella's body was still trembling slightly, a wave of emptiness surging from deep inside, but she would never admit it.
Much later, she got up and pushed open the bathroom door. In the steamy mist, a familiar lace color stung her eyes.
It was her long-missing underwear.
But now, it could no longer be called underwear.
The silk fabric had been roughly torn in half, the lace edges showing traces of tearing, and the most intimate part was even wrinkled and deformed from being rubbed.
It had been carelessly thrown on the sink counter, like a ravaged corpse.
Isabella picked up the torn piece of fabric with trembling hands. When her fingertips touched a certain wet, dried stain, she felt like she'd been struck by an electric current.
Images involuntarily flooded her mind.
Vitale leaning against the hotel headboard, his muscular arm moving up and down, clutching her underwear tightly in his hand.
His heavy breathing seemed to be right in her ear, those always-aggressive blue eyes hazy with lust, his Adam's apple rolling as he swallowed her name.
"Damn it..." Isabella's legs went weak, her back hitting the tile wall hard.
What was even more damning was that she found her pussy had gotten wet because of this.
Her fingers moved uncontrollably into her waistband, gently pressing her clit through her underwear.
Just imagining him using this piece of fabric to masturbate made Isabella more excited than any time she'd touched herself.
She tilted her head back, the back of her head against the cool tiles, her fingertips mimicking the rhythm she imagined he'd used.
Water droplets fell from her hair, sliding along her collarbone into her collar, but she couldn't feel any coolness at all right now.
That Vitale could so easily control her body even when he wasn't present.
This ravaged piece of fabric was like his most exquisite tease, silently declaring, 'Even if you run to the ends of the earth, you can't escape my grasp.'
Isabella's fingertips moved faster and faster. She bit her lower lip to suppress the moans about to escape.
In the fog of lust, she desperately realized that this game—she had lost completely long ago.
Isabella turned on the shower wanting to rinse off quickly, not wanting Vitale outside to hear her shameful sounds.
Ten minutes later, when she came out wearing a bathrobe, she found an additional handwritten clause on the contract.
[The employer cannot force the employee's will, have sexual relations, must maintain distance.]
He had written it out.
When he saw Isabella come out, his expression was complex, with a teasing smile as he walked into the bathroom.
Vitale walked out naked after his shower, water droplets sliding down his perfect muscle lines.
The cock that had just enjoyed her was standing proudly erect again, making it impossible for Isabella to look away.
Damn it, this Vitale could always easily stir her desire.
Isabella tried to divert her attention, but Vitale had already walked in front of her, that burning part lightly brushing against her lips like a provocative kiss.
Isabella leaned back, but he pressed forward step by step. The panther tattoo on his chest seemed ready to pounce on her at any moment.
"What are you afraid of?" Vitale laughed softly.
"Your usual ten minutes are just foreplay," Isabella tried to stay calm, "And why didn't you tell me your identity from the beginning?"
Vitale turned to pour whiskey, "Why would I tell the truth and scare you away?"
"If you'd told me you were a mafia boss, I might not have come to find you."
Vitale walked back with his glass, sitting candidly on the sofa, his erect cock swaying slightly with his movements, "So I couldn't say anything. You know, from the moment I saw your photo, I was determined to have you."
Isabella narrowed her eyes, "Did Sonia tell you? Sonia, Colt, and Chris—they all mentioned me to you?"
"Yes," he swirled his glass lightly, "but I wanted to get to know you personally. I like your body, but I like you as a person even more, so I didn't want you involved in my family affairs."
Isabella swallowed, "Mr. Luca, now we're tied together. I'll do my best to help you run the company, but please don't do anything illegal—that would put me in a very difficult position."
Vitale set down his glass, walked in front of her and knelt on one knee, holding her hand, "I promise you, by my side, you only need to do what you think is right."
His gaze was too sincere. Isabella almost believed that Vitale, this dangerous man, would really change for her.
But when she glimpsed the hideous scar on his chest, she knew in her heart that this path was destined to be anything but smooth.
Outside the window, the city lights sparkled like a river of stars.
On this ordinary night, what Isabella signed was not just an employment contract, but a pact with the devil.
And the most terrifying thing was that she found herself beginning to enjoy this dangerous relationship.