The Phantom's Game | 18+

Chapter 8

"Got it, boss," Amber nodded and quickly exited the office with the prints in hand.

Once again, Isadora checked her emails and received a bunch of invites, all from various clients wanting her to attend their functions. She wasn't completely surprised; after all, she was Antonio Moretti's daughter. 

Most of the invitations were from prestigious, wealthy parties, inviting her to join a dinner party that would probably cost tens of thousands of dollars, but she chose to decline each time. Although she was interested in attending more parties in general, she always preferred to focus on business, not socializing.

With a sigh, the brunette sat on the chair and faced the window behind her instead, with the view of the city displayed before her. The sun shone gently on her, and she enjoyed the warmth radiating from it while listening to a classical song play quietly in the background. She sat there for a while, thinking about the events that occurred a couple of days ago up to now.

It had been a wild ride, but that was the life of a mafia. They were all criminals; there was never an easy job and never a dull day. It seemed that, even though most people hadn't realized it, she had grown up around crime. She'd seen what criminals did, after all; she'd seen some very bad things herself. 

Her mother wouldn't approve of her daughter being involved, but she had long passed away. If she were here, she would've been arguing with her father over these every single day.

As soon as her thoughts reached her mother, Isadora shook her head lightly, trying to push the thoughts away. This shouldn't affect her anymore.

"Boss, you have an incoming call from Miss Roselli," Amber announced quietly from behind her boss. Isabelle turned her head and glanced over at her secretary curiously.

"Put it through," She ordered.

"Hello?"

"Miss Roselli! Lovely to hear your voice," Isadora said cordially, her eyes glinting mischievously.

"Haha, yeah..." Roselli chuckled awkwardly, clearing her throat. "Look, it's about the party..."

"Which one?"

"Uh, the gala. I know you're busy, so, do you think it would be okay to send off your latest design to my place? You know my address by now, so could you send it over by this week?"

Isadora bit her lip softly and leaned forward in thought. "Yeah... I guess that will work. We'll send in a few best and latest designs for you to choose from. Just let me know which one you'd prefer, and we'll get it sorted."

Roselli breathed a sigh of relief and smiled softly, "Thanks, Isadora. I'll let you know my decision soon."

They ended their conversation there, and Isadora returned to staring outside her office window in silence. All she could think about was the upcoming masquerade ball. 

She knew not to think too much about it, but she could not help the uneasy feeling in her heart. She felt like something terrible was about to happen and she did not like it. It was strange how she had become accustomed to these kinds of scenarios lately. She was usually very cautious whenever she attended these sorts of gatherings.

Regardless, her life was constantly endangered. But she was blessed to have her guys by her side till their deaths. That was why she had to be cautious. This was especially true when The Phantom was active and discrete.

She decided to call it a day and return to the manor to relax. These days had been hectic and the first thing she wanted to have was a nice bath and a good meal. There were so many things happening around her and it was difficult for her to concentrate. 

So, she insisted on releasing her stress with the easiest method. Pleasuring herself. She closed her eyes and tilted her face slightly upwards as she ran her hands along her body slowly. Her touch was soft and gentle, but firm as she trailed her fingers along the smooth curve of her hips before moving them downwards. The motions were slow but steady, almost sensual.

She continued her movements until the air began to feel hot. She stopped abruptly and exited the bathtub, putting on a robe before grabbing one of her favorite vibrators from one of her drawers. 

Then Isadora sat on the couch opposite to the bed and spread her legs wide open while facing a large mirror in the room. The brunette placed the tip of the vibrator on her clit, activating the device as she stared at her own reflection. The image of her pleasuring herself in the mirror turned her on even more, making her moan softly with delight and pleasure. With her eyes glued to herself in the mirror, she moved her hips, getting faster.

The vibrations from the vibrator kept sending chills down her body, causing her to grind harder against it, her moans growing louder and more intense until a loud gasp escaped her lips. She shuddered and cried out loudly as her orgasm ripped through her body, filling her with pure euphoria. Feeling like she was floating in a warm sea, she came back down to earth only to find herself laying on her back on the couch. The brunette gasped heavily and stared blankly into the ceiling above. Suddenly, the image of Vincent Falcone appeared in her head, causing her to skin to crawl with goosebumps and cheeks reddened. She wondered how it felt to fuck him.

She placed the vibrator aside and teased herself with her own fingers instead. Her gaze remained fixed on the ceiling above as her fingertips played with her clitoris, circling around it. The woman could practically imagine what it would feel like if he were to be the one stroking her clit.

She sighed and closed her eyes, knowing it was wrong to desire him. Still, she couldn't stop herself from imagining his strong arms holding her tightly, his muscular chest pressed against hers as he entered her. Her long slender fingers began to dive deep into her cunt, thrusting in and out of her wet mound as moans filled the room. She imagined how it felt like to have him thrusting into her relentlessly, pounding her like a beast uncaged.

She couldn't control the sudden arousal within her and let out another scream of bliss. "Fuck! Oh, God!"

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she collapsed on the couch. After a few seconds, her breathing returned to normal. She could still feel her insides burning and pulsating with need for more. She could call Gabriel for assistance, but he would probably be busy at this hour. So instead, she simply waited for another five minutes before deciding to go to sleep. Her body was fatigued from all the orgasm she'd had earlier, so she didn't bother putting anything on before heading to bed.

The brunette grabbed a pillow and hugged it close to her, burying her face into it when darkness began to cloud her mind and soon enough, she was fast asleep.