Chapter 83
When Vitale's lips pressed down again, Isabella felt her rationality crumbling like a sandcastle in the tide.
Just as his tongue was about to delve deeper, ready to shatter her last line of defense, Isabella jerked her head to the side, her lips brushing past his cheek.
"Not a good idea," Isabella gasped, her hands pushing against his chest. "I didn't realize that escaping a crazy woman would require a five-point plan."
Vitale paused for a moment, then let out a low chuckle.
The sound rumbled from deep in his chest, vibrating through their tightly pressed bodies.
Vitale pulled back slightly, his blue eyes like burning ice under the dim glow of the desk lamp.
"A five-point plan? Let's hear it. What's the first point? Pretending to work?"
Vitale's fingers traced the curves of Isabella's body through the fabric of her shirt and skirt, each touch landing precisely where it made her tremble.
Isabella bit her lower lip, struggling to suppress the moan rising in her throat.
"First point," she forced herself to focus, even though her mind was starting to drown in her body's instincts, "maintain a professional image. In the office, I'm your assistant, not your..."
"You're what?" Vitale interrupted, his fingers finding the edge of her shirt and deftly slipping underneath. His warm palm pressed against the skin of her waist, and Isabella sucked in a sharp breath.
"Not your mistress," she finally managed to say, though her voice wavered.
Vitale's hand continued upward, his knuckles brushing against her ribs before stopping at the clasp of her bra.
He didn't unhook it right away, just lingered there, his thumb rubbing over the sensitive side of her breast through the thin lace.
"Second point?" he asked, his lips close to her ear, his breath hot.
Isabella's body betrayed her.
Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, her fingers threading through his thick red hair.
She felt herself shifting on his lap, pressing their bodies even closer.
Too close—she could clearly feel the growing hardness beneath his trousers pressing against the inside of her thigh.
"Second point," Isabella gasped, trying to keep her voice steady, "avoid being alone together. Especially in a place like your office."
"What's wrong with this place?" Vitale murmured, his teeth lightly nipping at her earlobe.
At the same time, his fingers flicked, and the bra clasp snapped open.
The moment the constraint was gone, Isabella let out a soft, uncontrollable whimper.
Vitale's palm fully covered her breast, his thumb and index finger pinching her already hardened nipple, rubbing it slowly but firmly.
The sensation was sharp and sweet, like an electric current shooting down her spine and pooling deep in her abdomen.
Isabella bit her lip, trying to stifle the moan, but failed.
Her head tilted back, her neck arching vulnerably, fully exposed to Vitale's lips and teeth.
"Third point?" he pressed, his voice rough with desire.
"Third point... is... is to set boundaries. During work hours... no personal matters..."
Isabella's voice came in broken fragments as Vitale's hands played with both of her breasts, alternating between light and heavy touches, skillfully teasing her most sensitive spots.
She could feel the changes in her body.
Her breasts ached in his hands, her nipples hard as pebbles, and a warm wetness began to seep between her legs.
"Fourth point?" Vitale urged.
Isabella shook her head, the fragments of her rationality scattering everywhere.
"I... I can't remember..."
"Then the fifth point?" Vitale's hand lifted the hem of her skirt.
Isabella trembled all over. "The fifth point is... is..."
"Is what?" Vitale's fingers found the edge of her underwear, hooking into the lace and tugging lightly.
"It's to stay clear-headed!" Isabella almost shouted, her hands suddenly pressing down on his wandering hand. "Vitale, stop. I don't want to..."
Vitale stopped.
But he didn't pull his hand away. He just stayed there, fingers still hooked on the edge of her underwear, his palm pressed against her burning skin.
"I forced you. You can tell them that when you leave. Say I made you do it, that you had no choice. Right now..."
Vitale's hand moved again. "Right now, just be yourself. Feel me. Feel how much I want you, and feel how much you want me too."
Those words were like a final spell, shattering all of Isabella's futile resistance.
She lowered her head and kissed his lips on her own.
This kiss wasn't like Vitale's, full of aggression. It carried a kind of desperate longing.
She licked the shape of his lips, sucked on the tip of his tongue, her fingers urgently unbuttoning his shirt and touching his firm chest.
Vitale responded, the kiss growing deeper, hungrier.
He lifted her again, turning her around so she straddled his lap, facing him.
This position made their bodies press together completely. Isabella could clearly feel his hard cock against her softest spot, separated only by a few thin layers of fabric.
She started to grind instinctively.
Slowly at first, tentatively, then growing bolder as the pleasure built up.
Each movement of her hips made Vitale's erection rub against her sensitive area, sending dizzying waves of stimulation through her.
"Vitale," Isabella moaned, her forehead resting on his shoulder, her body moving with his rhythm.
Vitale's hands gripped her hips, helping her find the perfect angle. "Yes, just like that. Feel me."
His lips found her breast, sucking on one nipple through her shirt. The wet heat and the intensity of his suction made Isabella cry out.
She grabbed his hair, pulling him closer, almost wanting to merge him into her body.
Her skirt was fully pushed up, bunched at her waist.
Vitale's hand finally slipped into her underwear, his fingers directly touching her soaked pussy.
"God," he rasped in admiration, his fingertips brushing over her swollen lips before finding her trembling clit, starting to rub it slowly.
Isabella's body arched.
Pleasure surged through her like waves, growing stronger and more frequent.
She could feel the climax approaching.
That familiar, terrifying yet craved tightness was building deep in her abdomen.
Just as Isabella was about to be pushed over the edge, Vitale suddenly pulled his fingers away.
The sudden emptiness hit her so hard it almost made her cry.
Isabella opened her eyes in a daze, looking at Vitale.
His face wore that familiar mischievous smirk she knew so well.
"I think it's not good if she can't hear anything," he said.
Isabella's brain didn't catch up right away. "What?"
"Marina," Vitale reminded her. "She can't see, so at least she should hear."
"So, should we crack the door open a bit? Or do you want to scream louder?"
Isabella shook her head, her body trembling from unfulfilled desire. "I think you've done enough already."
"Enough?" Vitale raised an eyebrow, his fingers inching toward her thighs again. "If that's the case, you won't really get to see her lose it. And I won't be able to truly satisfy you either."
Isabella felt her rationality slip away completely. She glanced at Marina's blurred figure beyond the glass wall, a twisted sense of satisfaction bubbling up inside her.
"Fine then," Isabella heard herself say, her voice so unfamiliar it surprised even her. "Let's go crazy. Let's see her get mad, turn into a lunatic."
Vitale laughed. He lifted her up, kissing her neck as he carried her toward the door.
"Might not work," he murmured between kisses. "If we go too crazy, you'll get shy. I thought the goal was to hurt her, make her look like a fool."
Isabella's hands gripped the back of his shirt, her nails almost digging into the fabric. "Yes, I did hurt her. Because Marina told me she actually likes you a lot. You rejected her, so she wanted to sleep with you to prove she still had a chance."
They reached the door.
Vitale pinned Isabella against the door panel, one hand lifting her skirt while the other unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants.
"I rejected a lot of people at that party," he said in a low voice, his hard, hot cock finally pressing against her slick entrance. "You were one of them, but you're the only one I want."
Then he thrust into her.
No warm-up, no hesitation, just a deep, complete filling.
Isabella screamed.
Half from pain, half from overwhelming satisfaction.
Her back pressed against the cold wooden door, Vitale's scorching body in front of her, he began a fierce, rhythmic pounding.
Each thrust reached the deepest part of her, each withdrawal left her dizzy with emptiness.
Pleasure surged through her like electricity, building up and exploding.
"Vitale," she gasped, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck, her legs hooking around his waist.
"Scream it out," Vitale ordered, his movements growing harder, faster, each thrust making the door rattle slightly. "Let her know what you're doing in here."
Isabella's mind went blank, guided only by her body's instincts and Vitale's voice.
"Vito, Vito!" she screamed, her voice so loud it shocked even herself.
It was a mix of pain, ecstasy, and a nearly savage possessiveness.
There was an immediate reaction from outside.
"Isabella! What the hell are you doing in there, you slut?!" Marina's voice pierced through the door, sharp, furious, unhinged.
She kicked the door, the banging mixing with her curses. "Open up! Damn it! I know you're in there! Vitale! Get her out of there!"
Vitale didn't stop.
Instead, he sped up, each thrust deeper, harder.
His lips found Isabella's, swallowing her moans with a deep kiss.
"Keep going," he panted between kisses. "Let her hear how I'm fucking you."
Isabella's shame had long been drowned by desire and a dark sense of triumph.
She matched his rhythm, letting out loud moans and screams with every thrust.
"Just like that, Vito, deeper."
Marina outside completely lost it.
Her kicks grew heavier, her curses louder, almost shrieking. "I'll kill you, Isabella! I'll make you regret this! Vitale! What are you doing?! She's just a whore! A nobody accountant! She doesn't deserve you!"
After another intense thrust, Vitale and Isabella locked eyes, seeing the same wild amusement in each other's gaze.
And so, amidst Marina's increasingly hysterical screams, they kept up their raw, primal rhythm.
Vitale even switched positions, turning Isabella to face the door so he could enter her from behind, all while catching a glimpse of Marina's high heels under the door crack.
"She's still here," Vitale panted, one hand around Isabella's waist, the other caressing her chest.
"She... she won't leave," Isabella stammered, her body rocking back and forth with his thrusts. "She's too... stubborn..."
"Just like you," Vitale chuckled, leaning down to kiss her shoulder.
They kept going, fucking and whispering to each other, completely ignoring the unraveling Marina outside.
After what felt like forever, the banging and cursing finally stopped.
A little later, the sound of high heels echoed, growing fainter until it disappeared toward the elevator.
Marina was gone.
At that exact moment, Vitale's movements became erratic.
He held Isabella tightly, giving one last powerful thrust before letting out a suppressed roar, releasing inside her.
Isabella climaxed at the same time.
The wave of pleasure was so intense it made her vision go white, her body convulsing, nearly collapsing.
Vitale caught her just in time, and they slid down to the floor together, leaning against the still-slightly-shaking door, panting heavily.
Sweat, bodily fluids, and a sense of release hung in the air.
A few minutes later, Vitale moved first.
He knelt up, carefully pulling out of her, then, to Isabella's shock, lowered his head and began cleaning the mess between her legs with his lips and tongue.
The gentle, meticulous licking made Isabella tremble, almost pushing her to the edge again.
She gasped, her fingers threading through his red hair. "Do your friends and subordinates know how much you love eating my pussy?"
Vitale looked up, her fluids still glistening on his lips.
He grinned, a wild, satisfied expression on his face.
"No, they don't. And if you let them find out, I'll have to punish you."