ISABELLA

Chapter 43

ISABELLA’S POV

My chest was still rising and falling faster than it should, my body burning from the way Leo had touched me… and then stopped. I sat there on his desk, trying to recover, trying to gather myself back together, but my legs still felt weak. The ache he left inside me was maddening, like a fire I couldn’t put out.

I swallowed hard, my lips trembling as I tried to look anywhere but at him. But when I finally dared, his eyes were already on me—dark, smug, satisfied. He loved seeing me like this. He knew exactly what he was doing.

Leo leaned in, so close that his breath brushed against my cheek. My heart stuttered, my hands gripping the edge of the desk for balance. He tilted my chin up with a finger, forcing me to meet his gaze. Then he pressed a soft, quick peck to my lips—gentle, in complete contrast to the storm he had just caused inside me.

“When the time comes,” he whispered, his voice low, deep, and filled with a dangerous promise, “I’ll make sure you scream my name, Isabella.”

My entire body shivered at his words. I felt heat rush to my cheeks, my lips parting but no sound coming out. I hated how much control he had over me, how one sentence could send my mind spinning, my heart racing.

“Leo…” I breathed out, but I didn’t even know what I wanted to say. Stop? Don’t stop? I couldn’t tell anymore.

He smirked knowingly, pulling back just enough to watch the effect his words had on me. “You’ll see,” he said smoothly, before finally stepping away, leaving me flushed, trembling, and undeniably craving more.

Third pov

The afternoon light spilled lazily through Aria’s curtains, the soft glow warming her bed where she and Matteo were sprawled. The movie playing on her screen was more background noise than anything—they weren’t really paying attention.

Aria lay curled up against Matteo’s chest, a bowl of half-eaten popcorn between them. Every so often, she’d giggle at something in the movie, but Matteo’s eyes weren’t on the screen. His gaze lingered on her, amused at how invested she pretended to be.

“Are you even watching?” he asked finally, brushing a strand of her dark hair from her face.

Aria tilted her head up, grinning mischievously. “Of course I am. Unlike you, Mr. Serious, I can multitask.”

Matteo smirked, his hand sliding down to her waist as he pulled her closer. “Multitask, huh? Watching a movie while stealing my popcorn doesn’t count.”

She gasped dramatically, shoving a handful of popcorn into her mouth before he could take the bowl away. “Rude! You’re just jealous I have better movie snacks skills than you.”

Matteo chuckled, leaning down to kiss her temple. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” Aria shot back, giving him that playful look he could never resist.

Aria tilted her head on Matteo’s chest, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. The movie kept playing, but her eyes were no longer on the screen. Instead, she turned toward him, her fingers tracing slow patterns across his shirt.

“You’re not even watching either,” she teased softly, her voice playful but laced with something else.

Matteo’s lips curved into a smirk. “That’s because I have something much better to look at.”

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t back down. Instead, she leaned up closer until their faces were just a breath apart. “Smooth talker,” she whispered, her breath brushing his lips.

Matteo’s hand moved to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly across her skin. His dark eyes locked on hers, intense and unreadable. And then, slowly, he closed the space between them.

The kiss was soft at first, teasing, testing. Aria’s heart raced as she kissed him back, her hand sliding up to the back of his neck. Matteo deepened it, pulling her closer against him, until the bowl of popcorn nearly toppled to the floor.

She giggled against his lips, breathless. “Matteo… the movie…”

He kissed her again, firmer this time, his voice low and rough. “Forget the movie.”

Matteo’s pov

I continued pressing my lips to hers, losing myself in the warmth of her mouth, the taste of her, the way her body responded to mine. One hand slipped under her shirt, feeling the smooth curve of her back as I deftly unhooked her bra with the other, pulling it away in one fluid motion.

Her breath hitched against my lips, a soft, shaky “Ahh…” that sent a thrill straight through me.

I peeled my shirt off over my head, tossing it aside, then slowly helped her out of hers, never breaking our kiss. The heat between us was electric, almost unbearable.

My hand slid down to her thigh, fingers brushing under the hem of her skirt, teasing. The shiver that ran through her body at my touch was all the confirmation I needed that I was driving her wild.

Third pov

She moaned softly “Ahhh……”, He took off her pant in one go and he leaned closer, his gaze dark and playful as he brushed a strand of hair from her face.

“What next?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, sending a shiver down her spine.

“You know,” she whispered back, her cheeks flushed, her pulse racing.

A smirk curved his lips. Slowly, deliberately, he lifted the edge of her skirt, letting the warmth of his hand graze her thigh. The contact alone made her shiver and gasp softly.

“You’re so tense,” he murmured, his thumb tracing idle circles along her skin, teasing, testing her reactions. “Relax… just for me.”

Her breath hitched, soft little whimpers escaping as he continued his gentle, careful teasing her cl*ts with his tongue and inserting his middle finger.

“Matteo…” she breathed, her voice shaky, betraying the mix of nervousness and desire that left her breathless.

He moved slowly at first, his touch deliberate, testing her reactions, every motion drawing a shiver from her.

“Ahh… yes…” she gasped, her voice soft and breathless, her eyes widening as a thrill ran through her.

He leaned closer again, lips brushing hers, his gaze dark with mischief. “Do you like that?” he murmured, his voice teasing, almost taunting.

She nodded, her cheeks flushed, her body tense in anticipation. “Yes…” she whispered, unable to stop the quiver in her voice.

A smirk tugged at his lips. “Good… I thought so.” He shifted back to her cl*ts, adjusting his tongue, his fingers moving in and out.

“Ah…..”

Her back arched involuntarily, soft little moans escaping her lips, each one a mix of pleasure, excitement, and the helpless thrill of how much power he had over her.

“Faster?” he teased again, eyes locked on hers, watching the flush spread across her cheeks, the way her breath caught in little gasps.

She could only nod, shivering, caught between wanting more and being overwhelmed by the intensity of his attention.

“Ahhh… mmm… yes…” she breathed, her voice shaky, trembling with anticipation.

“f**k….me….matteo”

He paused, lifting his head to meet her gaze, his lips capturing hers in a long, heated kiss.

She smiled, a teasing glint in her eyes, and gently guided him back.

Leaning closer, her fingers worked quickly, undoing his belt and loosening his trousers, her movements deliberate and full of playful confidence.

He was already hard, and she leaned closer to him.

Sucking his c**k.

“Oh…” he tilted his head back.

She moved, closer and closer, faster and faster.

“Okay stop, get on top me”

She paused for a moment, sitting on him, guiding his c**k with her hand, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

“Ahhh…” she let out a soft moan, as his c**k entered her fully.

She pressed against him, their bodies moving together, his hands tracing her curves, her warmth against him and her br**st inside his mouth.

He took the lead, turning gently, pushing her two legs against her chest and pushed his c**k inside her.

“Ahhh…” she gasped, eyes closing, lost in the sensation.

He moved with increasing intensity, faster and harder, their breaths mingling.

“Do you like that?” he whispered, still close.

“Yes…” she cried, her voice shaky with excitement.

He picked up the pace, their movements quickening, the tension between them building.

He paused, holding her close, lifting one leg close to his shoulder.

His hands moved with a strong, confident rhythm, guiding them, their movements syncing perfectly.

“Ugh…fuck” she groaned, her voice low and filled with desire.

“Mmm…yes…right there, Matteo,” she breathed, her excitement building.

“Faster?” he murmured, their closeness electric.

“Yes…go faster,” she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.

He did.