Chapter 86
Isabella wasn't in the mood to be intimate with a drunk.
Even though seeing Vitale like this still made her blush and her heart race.
"Vitale, you've had too much to drink," Isabella said softly. "We should rest. You need to be clear-headed to face Blake."
"I don't need to be clear-headed," Vitale muttered, his fingers brushing her cheek. "I need you."
Then he kissed her.
This kiss was unlike any before.
It wasn't gentle, wasn't tentative, and carried no intention of emotional connection.
It was predatory, driven purely by physical desire.
Vitale's hand slipped under her shirt, touching her waist, then moving upward, his actions skilled but mechanical.
Isabella's mind screamed to refuse.
She didn't want this.
She wanted the Vitale who whispered sweet nothings during intimacy, who cared about how she felt.
But her body was betraying her.
Under Vitale's touch, her skin burned, her breathing quickened, and a familiar wetness surged between her legs.
When he bit her earlobe and growled in that husky voice, "I want you," she couldn't help but let out a shaky moan.
Damn it.
She loved Vitale, craved Vitale, but not like this.
Using all her strength, Isabella pressed her hands against Vitale's chest and shoved him hard.
Caught off guard, Vitale stumbled back a couple of steps but quickly steadied himself.
He looked at her, confusion in his eyes, mixed with a hint of annoyance at being rejected.
"No," Isabella said. "I don't want this. You're drunk, Vitale. You're not yourself."
"I am," Vitale stepped forward, grabbing her wrist. "I've always been like this, wanting you, possessing you, making you moan under me. What's the difference?"
"Because right now, there's no emotion in you!" Isabella yanked her hand free, her voice trembling with frustration. "You're just a machine of desire! I want Vitale, not a body driven by alcohol!"
Vitale stared at her, stepping closer again, pinning her against the cabin wall.
His body pressed against hers, and she could feel his hard cock against her stomach.
"I am Vitale," he whispered in her ear, his breath hot. "Sober or drunk, I want you. What's the difference?"
The difference was huge.
Isabella wanted to argue, but the words stuck in her throat.
Because Vitale's hand had already slid under her skirt, his fingertips brushing her most sensitive spot.
Isabella bit her lower lip, desperately holding back the moan threatening to escape.
This couldn't happen.
She needed Vitale to be sober.
Isabella stopped struggling and instead wrapped her arms around Vitale's neck, pulling him down and kissing him. The kiss was soft and tempting. Vitale clearly hadn't expected her change of approach, and his body relaxed for a moment.
Now.
Isabella's hand quietly slipped into her pocket.
There, she had something she'd prepared earlier—two strong sobriety pills.
Using her tongue, she parted Vitale's lips, and in the moment he kissed back, she pushed the pills into his mouth, then deepened the kiss, forcing him to swallow.
Vitale sensed something was off and tried to pull away, but Isabella wouldn't let him.
She held him tight, pressing her body against his until she felt his throat move, swallowing the pills.
Then she broke the kiss, cupping his face with both hands, her blue eyes staring into his hazy blue ones.
"Vitale, I want you to love me sober, or at least, want me sober."
The pills started to take effect.
Vitale's body swayed, and he stepped back, bracing a hand against the wall, head lowered, breathing heavily.
"Damn it," he muttered, his voice much clearer than before. "Isabella, what did I do?"
"You were drunk," Isabella said, straightening her clothes. "You wanted to sleep with me while not in your right mind. I refused."
Vitale looked up at her. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have treated you like that."
Then he pulled out his phone and dialed Henley.
"Tell the pilot to land at the nearest airport."
Twenty minutes later, they touched down at a small private airport in southern Arcturus.
The cabin door opened, and Henley came up. "What do you need, Mr. Luca?"
"Come with me. Restrain me," Vitale said curtly. "Until we reach Eldoria and I'm fully sober."
Isabella wanted to protest, but Vitale raised a hand to stop her.
"This is my choice, Isabella. I don't want to hurt you, even if it's just a possibility."
Henley used special aviation restraints to secure him to a seat.
Isabella had changed into fresh clothes and fixed her hair and makeup.
Then she heard Vitale chuckle. "Thanks, Henley."
Henley replied without expression, "You're welcome, Mr. Luca."
Then he sat down in the seat next to Isabella, buckling his seatbelt. "Don't worry. Mr. Luca will pass out in a few minutes. The mix of alcohol and the pills, plus the security of being restrained, will make him sleep."
"Don't talk about me like I'm a lab experiment," Vitale grumbled, though his voice was already slurring.
Thirty seconds later, his breathing became deep and steady as he fell into a deep sleep.
Isabella looked at Vitale's sleeping face and finally let out a sigh of relief.
She reached out, gently brushing a strand of red hair from his forehead.
"I thought you'd use sex to sober him up," Henley suddenly said, his tone calm.
Isabella's face instantly turned red. "Henley! How could you say that?"
A faint, almost invisible smirk appeared on Henley's lips. "Because Mr. Luca really enjoys being with you. Otherwise, he wouldn't have asked me to turn off the company elevator cameras."
Isabella covered her face and let out a groan.
"This time might be different," Henley continued, his gaze shifting forward. "He doesn't want to hurt you. Or maybe you said something that got to him, made him choose an emergency landing and tie himself up rather than risk losing control again."
He paused, his tone turning serious. "Listen, he doesn't want anyone to see him like this. So what happened today stays between us. We can't tell anyone. Not Laura, not Amboni, not Marina. Got it?"
Isabella lowered her hands and nodded.
"I understand. Don't worry."
The plane took off again, heading toward Eldoria.
An hour later, the plane began its descent, preparing to land at a private airport on the outskirts of Veridian.
Vitale was still asleep.
"Boss, we're here," Henley said, unbuckling his seatbelt and walking over to Vitale. He gently shook his shoulder. "Mr. Luca, time to wake up."
No response.
Henley tried a few more times, even patting his face.
Vitale just frowned, mumbled a curse, and kept sleeping.
The pilot poked his head out from the cockpit. "We need to disembark in ten minutes. Ground crew is waiting."
Henley looked at Isabella, his expression helpless. "Normally, I'd splash him with a cup of ice water to wake him up. But he hates being woken like that when he's at his most irritable, and we've got to face Blake and the Lawson family next. He needs to be in top shape."
Isabella thought for a few seconds, then stood up. "Let me try. Is that okay?"
Henley raised an eyebrow. "You gonna use water?"
"No," Isabella said, her face slightly red. "My way is much simpler. But you need to wait outside. I mean, with the pilot."
Henley stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly understood.
A real smile spread across his face. "Alright, you've got ten minutes. If he's not awake by then, I'll have to use the ice water."
He gestured to the pilot, and the two of them left the cabin, closing the door behind them.
Now, only Isabella and the sleeping Vitale were left in the cabin.
Isabella took a deep breath, walked over to Vitale, and undid his restraints.
Then her hands unbuckled his belt, pulled down his zipper, and his cock sprang free.
Isabella knelt between his legs, leaned forward, and lightly flicked her tongue over the tip.
No reaction.
Isabella continued, wrapping her lips around him, teasing with her tongue, using every trick she could think of.
A few minutes later, she felt him stirring in her hand, growing hard and hot.
As she moved, she whispered in her most seductive voice, "Vitale, if you don't wake up, you'll miss me dancing naked. I'll put on music and dance in the cabin, just for you."
She felt Vitale's body twitch slightly.
"You'll also miss watching me touch myself," she went on, her voice softer, more enticing. "I'll sit on your lap, lift my skirt, and let you see how I make myself cum. But you won't see it because you're asleep."
Isabella started to moan, not faking it, but for real.
Because the cock in her mouth was fully awake now, pressing against her throat.
"I'll wear the sexiest outfit, that black lace one you bought me in Silverlight City, and strip it off in front of you. Vitale, wake up."
At that moment, Vitale's hand suddenly pressed down on her head.
He started thrusting into her mouth, and Isabella relaxed her throat, letting him take control of the pace.
A few dozen seconds later, he released, shooting deep into her throat.
Isabella swallowed, coughed a few times, and looked up at him with teary blue eyes.
Vitale opened his eyes.
Those blue eyes were clear, sober, and burning with a familiar fire.
"Little liar," Vitale said hoarsely, his fingers brushing over her wet lips. "You'd never dance naked while I'm asleep. You're too shy."
Isabella laughed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "If you didn't wake up, I really would have. I'd do anything to get you up."
Vitale pulled her up, making her straddle his lap, and kissed her.
The kiss was full of gratitude and lingering desire.
"Too bad I woke up then," Vitale said, ending the kiss, his forehead resting against hers. "But these are promises you made—naked dancing, touching yourself for me. Next time, I want you to keep them."
Isabella blushed but didn't deny it. "Only if you stay sober."
Vitale chuckled, helping her fix her clothes before quickly pulling up his own pants.
When they stepped off the plane, Vitale was fully back to himself, with only a faint satisfied smile hinting at what had just happened.
Henley's gaze landed on Isabella's slightly swollen lips and flushed cheeks.
"You're really something," he said to Isabella, genuine admiration in his voice. "It took me five years to figure out the best way to wake him up, and you did it in one go."
Isabella glared at him. "I woke him up for you, so don't say anything."
Vitale wrapped an arm around Isabella's waist, giving Henley a warning look. "Don't speculate, Henley. Some things are better left unsaid."
Henley shrugged, but the smile lingered.
In the airport reception area, Marina and Judy were waiting for them.
Both noticed Isabella's swollen lips and flushed cheeks.
Jealous stares cut into Isabella like sharp knives.
Marina approached first, her delicate nose twitching slightly as she frowned at Isabella and whispered, "Did you two fuck on the plane?"