Twisted Fixation

『 Chapter 32 』

She excused herself and made her way to the restroom. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she realized that her face was red and her pupils were dilated, which just proved that she was already drunk.

She cursed herself at that. She quickly splashed cold water on her face, hoping it would help clear her mind. However, instead of feeling refreshed, she felt a wave of nausea wash over her.

She shut her eyes for a few minutes, then went out. As she made her way back to the table, she bumped into someone and stumbled, almost falling to the ground, but the stranger caught her by the arm, steadying her.

Embarrassed and still feeling disoriented, she mumbled a quick apology before attempting to regain her balance.

As she looked up, she found out that the person who had saved her from a potential embarrassment was none other than the devil himself, Giancarlo Costa.

He narrowed his eyes at her as he pulled her in and took a good sniff of her like he was some kind of dog.

"I see, you have been drinking," he said with menace.

Giancarlo Costa was not one to be easily fooled or appeased. His gaze intensified, and she could feel his anger piercing through her like a thousand needles.

Feeling the weight of his scrutiny, she mustered up the courage to meet his gaze head-on. "Yes," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, her lips touching the tip of his ear as she put a hand on his chest to maintain a distance between them.

Giancarlo's lips curled into a sinister smile as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "You know," he murmured, his voice dripping with malice, "You always manage to get under my skin by doing things you are not supposed to. Didn't I warn you not to cross me again?"

She smirked at that. "Do not treat me like that woman who was just sucking your cock last time, Giancarlo. You do not own me."

Giancarlo's eyes narrowed, and a flicker of anger crossed his face. "Oh, but I think you forget who holds the power here, Signorina," he sneered, his voice laced with a mix of arrogance and dominance.

"Isn't it that you are the one who wants this? When you wanted to work for me, you said that you were willing to do everything for me even if it meant giving me your body. How would you like to be reminded of that, Yuriko Rivera?"

Not waiting for a response, Giancarlo lifted her with his strong arms, carrying her to the bar's comfort room, where she just came from. There are two women inside who are startled, but before either of them could speak, Giancarlo barked at them to leave immediately, which they did without a question. Once they were alone, Giancarlo locked the door behind them, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and desire as she struggled to keep herself on her toes and maintain a sense of control.

He then bucked her up on the tiled wall, lifting her up through her waist and pressing his body against hers as she wrapped her legs around him.

"Were you dancing or drinking with anyone there, Signorina?"

She shook her head at that, letting out a soft moan when his hands wandered up her thighs.

"Why would you care about that, though? I just saw someone else enjoying your cock, so I should at least get the same pleasure from someone else too, right?"

She had obviously said the wrong words, seeing Giancarlo's eyes flare up in anger and him suddenly tearing her panties off and burying his face in her neck.

"You think you can play games with me, Yuri? I'd love to see you try, especially since I am in the mood right now to kill someone. It would be my pleasure to show you just how mad I can be."