The CEO Billionaire’s Regretful Choice

Chapter 7

Isabella Thorpe was going to drive him insane. He knew that the minute he laid eyes on her this morning, she would be the death of him. Santo ran his free hand down her arms gently and she shivered. He bit her neck then kissed her throat and finally captured her mouth.

Santo released the hold on her hands to roam her delectable body. Isabella felt like she was drowning, she clung to him as if he were a lifeline. She could already feel herself getting dizzy. He pressed her against the door and she moaned.

He kissed her senseless, his fingers found their way trailing up her thigh to her p***y and sunk in a finger to pleasure her. Isabella had never experienced something like that, it was wonderful. Santo moved back to her mouth. Isabella thought his kisses were so intoxicating. Santo slid his tongue into her mouth and Isabella moaned. He kissed her passionately. Isabella clutched Santo's shoulders, digging her nails in him.

Isabella felt Santo step back from her and whimpered.

“I am soaked.” She confessed.

“f**k baby, can I taste?” Santo groaned.

Santo saw her give a slight nod. Santo grabbed her thighs and hoisted her onto his shoulders, parting her thighs, he put each one over his shoulder.

Santo held her thighs; ripping her underwear with one hand. Isabella felt Santo's mouth pressed against her moist centre. He flicked his tongue against her folds and heard her cry out.

“Santo! Oooh anima mia.” (Oh my soul)

He thrust his fingers into her going deeper and deeper, he felt her wrap her legs around his body and grip his hair so tight he thought she was pulling out his hair.

“Cazzo you taste amazing.”

Isabella felt so sinful doing this with Santo, he awakened a need in her to be free and reckless.

“Santo please…” She begged him.

“Naughty tesoros don’t get to come.”

Santo pulled her down to her feet and released her.

“Pezzo di merda!” Isabella was so mad at him for denying her pleasure.

Santo grabbed her face and kissed her senseless, she could taste herself in his mouth and it was decadent.

He gripped her throat seductively, staring into her eyes.

“You are mine tesoro, say it.”

“No.” She defied him.

Santo smirked at her, he then found her core and pleasured her once more. He brought her to the brink of a climax then suddenly removed his fingers.

“Say it tesoro.”

Isabella shook her head.

Santo found her p***y once more and pleasured her again. He brought her to the brink of a climax then suddenly removed his fingers like before.

“Baby say it.” He smirked at her.

Isabella shook her head again and felt him torture her again but this time she couldn’t bear it if he removed his fingers so she jumped up and gripped his waist with her legs, trapping his arm underneath her.

“Per favore Santo.”

He stilled his hand even though she grinded against him.

“Say it Isabella.” He stated again.

“I am yours Santo please, please.”

Isabella finally relented and felt Santo move his fingers inside of her. He thrusted his fingers at a rapid pace and she felt her climax coming. Her head fell backwards and her eyes fluttered. Isabella’s lips parted, he brought her head back so he could he see.

“Eyes on me tesoro.” Santo kissed her just as she was about to cry out, he covered her outcry with his mouth as she climaxed. He felt her p***y gripping his fingers so tight in a vice grip. When she came it was wonderful, she looked good enough to take right there but he restrained himself. She bit her lip and looked up at him.

“Il mio sporco piccolo.” (His dirty little one)

“Santo.” She called his name as he gently place her on the ground. She had that adorable starry look in her eyes, it made him want to explore more of her but he knew he couldn’t push Isabella too fast.

“Are you alright il mia piccolo?”

Isabella nodded as she breathed in and out heavily, she needed a moment to compose herself as she clung to him. Her heart, still beating too fast.

“I’ll be good, accidenti Santo. You nearly killed me.” She laughed heartily.

She heard him chuckle, “I haven’t even begun baby.”

She faced him, “Santo what are we doing?”

He cupped her face, “You belong to me now Isabella. You said it yourself.”

“Santo you and I would never work.”

“Why not?” Frowning at her.

“You don’t do relationships, I do the end.”

“You think when I say you are mine I do not mean it?” He removed himself from her then surprisingly he picked her up and put her over his shoulder, leaving the room.

“Santo let me go!”

“Never!” He delivered a resounding smack to her backside.

Santo looked at his brother, “Please excuse my girlfriend tonight. She will see you when she can behave.”

Isabella saw the shocked look on her friends faces as Santo dragged her out of their apartment.

“Where are we going Santo?” She demanded.

“Home.”