ISABELLA

Chapter 44

Her moan grew louder and louder.

Thank goodness all the rooms were soundproof.

“Uhhh…don’t stop,” she gasped, her voice trembling.

He f**k her hard.

“I’m…gonna… c*m” she moaned, the sensation overwhelming her.

He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers, and she trembled against him, squirting everywhere, lost in the rush of sensation.

Her body shook with delight, every nerve on fire.

“Again?” he whispered, a playful glint in his eyes.

“Yes…” she breathed, still trembling, her heart racing from the intensity.

He smirked, guiding her gently, helping her arch her back perfectly as she pressed against the bed, he pushed his c**k inside her.

“Oh my god…” she gasped, every nerve alive with the rush of closeness.

He moved with increasing intensity, his movements faster and faster.

“Matteo…don’t stop,” she breathed, her excitement building.

“I’m not,” he murmured, their connection electric, every motion deliberate and confident.

“I can feel it,” he whispered, and she shivered in response.

“Me too,” she moaned, her voice soft and trembling.

The pace intensified, the tension mounting, their closeness almost unbearable.

Finally, he leaned in, releasing inside her.

“Ahhh…” they breathed together, hearts racing and bodies still tingling from the rush.

Later

Steam filled the bathroom, curling lazily in the warm air as Matteo carried Aria effortlessly in his arms. She let out a soft laugh, her head resting against his shoulder, eyes sparkling with a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration.

“You really can’t walk after…” he teased, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You know I’ll always have to carry you.”

Aria gasped lightly, nudging him playfully with her shoulder. “Matteo! It’s not that bad…”

He chuckled, dipping his head to kiss the top of her forehead. “Oh, don’t lie. You love it. Admit it.”

“I might,” she murmured, a soft blush rising on her cheeks. “But only because you make it impossible not to.”

Matteo grinned, leaning against the doorway as he carried her through the misty bathroom. “I know. Every single time.” His hand shifted slightly to support her more securely, fingers brushing along her side, careful yet teasing.

Aria buried her face into his chest, giggling softly. “You’re terrible.”

“And you love it,” he whispered, pressing a quick kiss to her temple before carrying her out, the warmth of their laughter echoing through the hallway.

By the time they got back to the bedroom, the evening sun cast a warm glow through the curtains. Matteo handed Aria a towel, and she wrapped it around herself, brushing her damp hair back with a laugh.

“Don’t think this gets you off the hook for teasing me earlier,” she said, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.

Matteo smirked, pulling on a fresh shirt. “Oh, I’ll never let that go. You were absolutely helpless. I think I could carry you forever and you’d still complain.”

Aria rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. “Forever is a long time, Matteo. Maybe I should start training to walk on my own again.”

“Tempting,” he replied, leaning casually against the doorframe, “but why would I want you walking when I can have you in my arms?”

Her cheeks warmed at his words, and she shook her head, laughing softly. She began dressing, her fingers fumbling slightly with the buttons of her nightgown, still caught in the afterglow of their shower. Matteo watched her, arms crossed, a teasing glint in his eyes, enjoying every small reaction she made.

“Done?” he asked after a moment, tilting his head.

“Almost,” she murmured. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” He smirked knowingly.

“Like you just… won.”

“Because I did,” he said smoothly, stepping closer. “And don’t think I won’t remind you all evening.”

Aria laughed, shaking her head. “You’re impossible, Matteo.”

“And yet, you adore me,” he replied with a grin.

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Riccardo’s pov

I couldn’t shake the tension that had been building since the meeting with Dante. That bastard had mentioned her—Isabella—without even realizing the storm he was stirring. The name alone dug under my skin. Ex-girlfriend, he said, like it was nothing, like she was some girl from his past, a memory to flaunt.

But I knew better.

I’d seen the way Leo looked at her, the way he moved around her like she was the only thing that mattered. And Dante… Dante had no idea. He didn’t know she was here, in the middle of the Deluca chaos, and most importantly, that she was mine… in a way that didn’t sit well with me.

I paced the terrace, hands buried in my pockets, trying to piece it together. How had Leo gotten her here without me realizing? Why had Dante even brought her up now? Was it a coincidence, or had he been tracking her too?

I clenched my jaw, feeling the familiar sting of jealousy. Leo Deluca didn’t share, and Dante Moretti’s careless words were like tossing gasoline on a fire. I couldn’t just sit back and watch. Not when she was involved. Not when my instincts told me trouble was brewing, and that trouble always had a Deluca-sized price tag.

I had to keep my eyes open, my mouth shut, and my hands ready. Because if anyone thought they could get between her and me—or between her and the chaos of this family—they were dead wrong.

And as much as I hated to admit it, part of me knew that Leo wasn’t just a threat; he was an obsession. One I wasn’t ready to let go of, no matter how much I told myself I should.

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Third pov

Leo sat at his usual place, at the head of the table, his posture rigid, eyes scanning the room even as polite conversation floated around him. Aria and Riccardo sat nearby, Sabrina a little further down, her gaze fixed on Leo more than the food. Isabella sat beside him, her hands neatly folded in her lap, trying to appear calm despite the intensity in the room.

Don Salvatore raised his glass, his deep voice immediately pulling everyone’s attention. “I have an announcement,” he said, his tone commanding. “Valentina and I will be going on another trip—to London. Business and… family matters require our attention.”

Murmurs spread around the table. Leo’s jaw tightened slightly, his grip on his fork firm but controlled. London. Another trip. That meant a shift in power and responsibilities here at the mansion. And it also meant that Isabella—and everyone else—would be under his watch more than ever.

Valentina smiled politely, her hand resting lightly on Don Salvatore’s arm. “We’ll be gone for about two weeks. During that time, I expect everything to run smoothly here.”

Leo’s eyes flicked toward her, then to Isabella. He didn’t speak, but the subtle narrowing of his gaze and the slight tension in his jaw said it all: she was staying, and he intended to make sure nothing happened to her while they were away.

Riccardo leaned back slightly, studying the exchange, sensing the undercurrents but saying nothing. Sabrina, meanwhile, looked like she was plotting silently in her mind, calculating how the absence of Don Salvatore and Valentina might shift her own position at the table.

Isabella kept her composure, though her mind raced. London? That was far. And with Leo watching her so intently, she realized how little control she actually had in this world now.

Leo finally spoke, his voice calm but edged with an unmistakable authority. “Understood, father.” His eyes flicked to Isabella again, a silent warning and reassurance all at once.

The rest of the dinner continued with polite conversation, but the tension lingered, like a storm waiting to break.