LOGINChapter 161.Panic seized Isadora’s entire body, icy and absolute.Her breath came in short, jagged gasps as she blindly grabbed her handbag off the velvet booth. Her fingers fumbled frantically inside the bag, trembling so violently that she almost dropped her phone twice before unlocking the screen. She dialed Mitchell’s number, pressing the receiver to her ear and praying to hear her best friend’s reassuring voice.But the call didnt even ring. It went straight to voicemail.Isadora swallowed down a lump of rising hysteria, shoving the phone back into her purse. She took a few deep, forced breaths, trying to convince her racing mind that she was overreacting. It was just a random passerby, she told herself, trying to rationalize the blinding flash. People do that all the time. Someone probably just thought I looked cute or recognized me from the news release.She needed to get out of the café, and more than anything, she needed to see her younger brother.With shaking hands, Isador
Chapter 160.“What the hell are all these insane rules?!” Mitchella’s voice exploded through the room as her hands gripped the contract pages tightly.She began pacing back and forth in front of Isadora’s desk, her eyes scanning down the pages, reading the restrictive clauses out loud in total disbelief.“Clause 4: The campaign model must refrain from engaging in any public or private romantic or sexual relationships with co-workers, industry colleagues, or external media figures during the contract duration.” Mitchella paused, letting out a sharp scoff before reading the next line. “Clause 9: The model shall not attend outside social events, private dinners, or leave the city without prior written approval from the office of the CEO. Are you fucking kidding me right now, Dora?! What is this, a luxury modeling contract or a high-security prison sentence?!”Isadora sat completely still in her chair, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. Her fingers fidgeted nervousl
Chapter 159.Isadora stood completely frozen.She held the phone tightly to her ear, her mind spinning in a mix of sudden happiness and deep shock. It had only been an hour since she signed the contract in Alessio’s office. How on earth did they upload a picture of her and publish an official press release this fast?“Hello??? Dora, are you even listening to me?!” Mitchell’s voice blasted through the receiver, yanking Isadora right out of her trance.Isadora blinked gently, snapping back to reality as a small, bashful smile touched her lips.“Are you not excited?!” Mitchell asked, her tone filled with pure joy.Isadora hurriedly forced a wider smile, almost as if her best friend could see her through the phone screen. “I… I am, Mitchy! I am super happy…”“Good! Because I am already in the building, heading straight to your desk right now! And I need to see a huge smile on your face when I get there!”Before Isadora could even say another word, the silver elevator doors at the end of t
Chapter 158.Isadora tried to pull her hand away from his grip, but Alessio didn’t let go. Instead, his fingers tightened around hers like a steel trap. Before she could step back, he sneaked his long arm around her waist, catching her off guard, and yanked her body forward until her chest was slammed shut against his broad, muscular torso.A sharp gasp escaped Isadora’s lips, her hands instinctively flying up to press flat against his chest to steady herself. Her heart hammered wildly against her ribs, the sheer heat radiating off his body turning her skin warm. His scent….woodsmoke, rich amber, and expensive leather…..flooded her senses, making her head spin instantly.Alessio lowered his head, his dark eyes locking onto hers, burning with an unhinged, possessive intensity.“You don’t get to start running away from me like you didn’t make a mess on my face yesterday, sugar,” he murmured, his deep voice vibrating right against her cheek.Isadora swallowed hard, her throat going enti
Chapter 157. It was Monday morning, and Isadora was struggling to get used to the strange, terrifying reality of her life. She wasn’t just Alessio Bianchi’s personal assistant anymore. She was his little plaything….his property.Her body still ached from the entire weekend, completely bruised up In pleasure from everything he had done to her. Every small step she took made her legs wobble, a lingering tremor running through her thighs. He had not even fucked her as hard as he would normally do but her muscles felt so sore, yet every time she moved, the sharp ache served as a dirty reminder of his hands, his mouth, and the sweet way he had claimed her. It was embarrassing how the simple memory pulled a sudden, heavy wave of heat right between her legs, making her crave him all over again even when she could barely walk straight.Earlier that morning, she had watched him walk past her desk on his way to a high-level board meeting. He looked so cold, so broad, and so completely out of
Chapter 156. Alessio plunged his cock into Isadora's pussy, until every inch of him was buried deep down to the hilt. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" The sharp, pleasurable scream rolled past Isadora's lips as her walls stretched around his cock to accommodate that adulterous thrust. Alessio kept one hand on her hair, dragging her head forward and nudging her to stare down at her pussy where they were both meeting. His other hand stayed glued to her hips, his nails digging into her skin to ground himself. Isadora hooked her hands under her knees to support her legs in the air. With that position set, Alessio began to drive his cock in and out of her pussy, his pace slow at first, like he was trying to savor the heat of her pussy, because he was. For 40 fucking minutes, he had been unable to do anything aside from stare at her and drink her in. Even while his cock was straining in his pants, all he wanted was to punish her and bring her more pleasure. But now that his cock was buried







