Twisted Fixation

『 Chapter 18 』

Yuri wanted to get out of bed as soon as the sun came up, but she couldn't because her body wasn't complying and there was a pair of muscular arms coiled around her waist, trapping her down on the bed.

"It hasn't been three hours, Yuri. Go back to sleep," Giancarlo said sleepily pulling her in to his chest. She groaned at that.

"Aren't we supposed to be getting up already? We have things to talk about and I am starving too," she said as aside from the small breakfast she had the day before, she hasn't consumed anything else.

At that, the mafia boss snapped his eyes open and detached himself from her to get his phone on the bedside table. She saw him press a button on the screen.  

"Vieni qui," (Come here)

Favio entered a few seconds later after the door opened. Yuri's eyes widened in astonishment, and she immediately drew the blanket to her body, despite the fact that it had been long covered. As if doing so would allow Favio to forget what he had seen.

Even without looking at the mirror, she is absolutely certain that her face is red. She even tried to hide it by leaning on Giancarlo's chest that the latter one found endearing; he even chuckled.

It's not like Favio didn't know they were doing anything like that, especially since it was Giancarlo - a man who is perfectly healthy and has a high sex drive, but it was the first time the boss called him while she was with a woman that he was concerned that something bad had happened to Yuri.

"Signorina is hungry. Have the kitchen prepare something heavy while I will have my usual. Bring it here."

Favio just nodded silently and bowed his head, refusing to meet Yuri's eyes, as he didn't want her to feel more shamefaced than she already is. When Giancarlo did not say anything more, he bid his farewell and went to the door. 

"Why would you do that, Oh my god that was horrible! And I am not a cripple so I think I can walk to the dining area!" Yuri exclaimed and even punched Giancarlo on the arm who just smirked in return as if the whole thing was an amusement to him.

"I bet that you can but I wouldn't like it if anyone else is to see you like this," he caressed her chin and cheek.

She narrowed his eyes at that. "What do you mean? Of course, I will shower first and get dressed before going out!"

Giancarlo clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Didn't I tell you before that you look more beautiful when you are aroused? There is a certain glow on your face right now that seems to say you just had sex. I want to be the only one to see that."

The way he talks wants to make her barf but she couldn't deny his sincerity so before anything else happens, she grabs a pillow and throws it at him before standing up to dress herself.

"Stay if you want, I am just going to shower," she did not wait for a response as she walked towards the bathroom, locking the door behind her although it seems like Giancarlo doesn't have the intention of following her.

It hasn't been a week since they met and yet they have done it a couple of times already. Rationally speaking it isn't a good idea but she needs to ensure that Giancarlo wouldn't lose interest in her especially since she needs him.

And if she could be honest to herself, she doesn't hate it even though spending the night with the mafia boss tends to cause her body to be painful like that the next day. She knows that it's wrong, but the thrill of danger and excitement keeps drawing her back to him. It's intoxicating, and she knows that she should stay away, but she can't resist the pull. Despite the risks, she finds herself wanting more, craving his touch and his attention.