Chapter 39
Vitale's fingers gently traced along Isabella's jawline, his voice low and firm, "My company is completely legitimate. You don't need to worry."
"I promise you, your work won't involve any illegal activities, nor will it put you in any danger."
Isabella stood up, trying to create distance between them, "That's good. I should go now."
"Wait." Vitale grasped her wrist, his grip gentle yet unyielding, "What exactly are you worried about? That I deal arms? Or murder and rob?"
He let out a low chuckle, "Those dirty dealings—I never touch them."
Isabella's lashes trembled slightly, "I haven't been tested."
"I know what you're worried about." Vitale's fingertips caressed the inside of her wrist, "I get comprehensive health checkups every year. I'm more health-conscious than anyone. Now, can you relax?"
"But your reputation, your wealth, and the fear people have of the name Vitale..." Isabella's voice gradually lowered.
Vitale suddenly lifted her by the waist, settling her sideways on his lap.
This position made Isabella acutely aware of the burning cock between his legs. She shifted uncomfortably, only to hear a suppressed groan escape his throat.
"You should know the real me, Isabella." His eyes darkened like night, "Every facet of me."
"Should I?" Isabella unconsciously licked her dry lips, "Would you hurt innocent people?"
Vitale's expression suddenly turned displeased, "Are you still thinking about that scumbag Chris? Listen, I never hurt innocent people, and I would never, ever hurt you."
He buried his face in her neck, his breathing growing heavier, "You have to trust my feelings for you."
His palm quietly slipped under her skirt, and when he touched her inner thigh, he was surprised to find it already wet.
Isabella's body was always more honest than her words.
This discovery finally made her drop all her defenses, and she actively kissed Vitale's lips.
All those doubts and fears about his identity dissolved into burning passion in this moment.
Isabella knew she was walking toward a dangerous abyss, but a voice deep inside was screaming that even if one day she'd be consumed by these flames, she'd do it willingly.
The kiss burned with desire until Isabella's phone rang abruptly.
She pushed Vitale away in panic and answered Aria's call.
"Is everything okay? The landlord came by twice, but it's safe now." Aria's voice carried concern.
"Very good, thank you." Isabella hastily hung up and met Vitale's deep gaze.
"Want to continue?" His voice was husky, "I desire you at all times."
Isabella's eyes fell on the contract on the table, and she suddenly made up her mind, "I can stay tonight."
She walked to the table, bent down and signed her name, "Now we officially have an employment relationship. I hope at the company, you can treat me like a regular employee."
Vitale stood up, wrapping his arms around Isabella from behind, whispering in her ear, "Are you sure you want to stay? I might not be content just holding you while we sleep."
He guided her hand to cover his still-erect cock, "It's been this energetic because it misses being inside you so much. I think those condoms you brought might not be enough."
Isabella's cheeks immediately flushed red, "Those condoms were forced on me by a friend, it wasn't me..."
"It's okay." Vitale chuckled softly as he undid the first button of her shirt, "We can take our time. We have the whole night for you to understand why ten minutes is nowhere near enough for me."
Isabella turned and was immediately pressed down on the sofa by Vitale.
His kiss carried an undeniable dominance, yet became exceptionally tender when she responded.
"You finally belong to me tonight." Vitale's fingers deftly unbuttoned her shirt, leaving delicate kisses on her collarbone.
Just then, Amira's incoming call flashed on the phone screen.
Isabella tried to reach for the phone, but Vitale beat her to it.
He pressed the answer button and held the phone to her ear, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Isabella? Did you meet Mr. Luca?" Amira's voice came through the receiver.
Vitale's hand was wreaking havoc between her legs. Isabella bit her lower lip to suppress a moan, "Yes, I did."
"What's wrong? Your voice sounds strange."
Vitale suddenly changed position.
Isabella gasped—before her eyes was his erect cock, while his tongue tip pressed against her most sensitive clit.
"I'm... discussing the contract..." she struggled to form words while involuntarily taking his cock into her mouth.
Vitale let out a satisfied sigh, his tongue movements becoming even more skillful.
The dual stimulation nearly broke Isabella. She had to use every ounce of willpower to keep her voice from betraying their secret.
"Are the contract terms okay?" Amira continued asking.
At that moment, Vitale suddenly retrieved a small glass bottle from the nightstand, dripping a few drops of crystalline liquid between her legs.
A strange cooling sensation instantly spread, followed by unprecedented sensitivity. Isabella arched her back sharply, letting out a suppressed moan.
"What was that sound?" Amira asked alertly.
"Just... spilled coffee..." Isabella babbled, feeling Vitale's tongue tasting the liquid.
The coolness of mint contrasted wonderfully with her body's heat—each lick brought electric pleasure.
Isabella couldn't help but deepen her oral suction, hearing Vitale's satisfied groan.
"Are you sure you're okay? Should we come over?"
"No!" Isabella hastily refused, "I'll be back soon."
Vitale suddenly intensified his movements, and her voice immediately took on a tearful quality.
The specially formulated lubricant, under his licking, produced a maddening effect.
"Alright, take care of yourself then."
The moment the call ended, Isabella finally released her long-suppressed moans.
Vitale flipped her over, his cock plunging deep into her pussy.
"You're a devil." Isabella panted.
"But you like this devil, don't you?" he whispered in her ear, his movements growing more fierce.
Isabella was shattered by his thrusts. Right now she just wanted to use her pussy to snap Vitale's cock in half.
Vitale couldn't take it and slapped her ass, "Damn it, breaking it off won't do you any good, my Isabella. You should relax and let it swim inside."
As he spoke, he placed his hand on her labia, squeezing and massaging. Isabella threw her head back and cried out.
God, forgive her—tonight she had failed. Control of her body had been seized by Vitale.
During those days she'd run away, her sleep-deprived spirit had been waiting for his filling.
In the whirlpool of lust, Isabella sadly realized that Vitale was right—she really did need to buy condoms.
Because tonight, she might truly not be able to go back.