Twisted Fixation

『 Chapter 70 』

Yuri felt her heart skip a beat as she looked into Giancarlo's eyes. Her mind was flooded with memories of their journey together. Who would have known that they would have gone that far when all she wanted to do was kill him? What are the odds that their relationship would have transformed from hatred to love?

"Please do not tell me that you have changed your mind," Giancarlo whispered, his voice filled with worry.

Yuri laughed at that and gently placed her hand on Giancarlo's cheek. "I have never been sure of anything in my life. I would be honored to marry you. I'll marry you anywhere, Giancarlo Costa. I don't care about the odds or where it is, as long as I get to spend the rest of my life with you."

Satisfied with her answer, Giancarlo cupped her face and kissed her passionately. His hand then moved under her dress, caressing her thighs as their kiss deepened, their tongues exploring each other's mouths.

She snapped her eyes open when Giancarlo's hand began to wander higher, the tip of his index finger tracing the outline of her pussy through her thin lace panties.

"Hey, we cannot do it here! There are people outside!" she whispered urgently, but Giancarlo laughed at that.

"Why did you think I told him to leave us, mia cara?" he asked back as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent deeply.

"Because you are going to propose to me again and you want privacy?"

"Yes, that's correct, but other than that, I want you right here, right now," he whispered huskily, and this time, he started to slide down her panties slowly, then spread her legs wide open, exposing her glistening core to her.

Yuri purred in response when Giancarlo pressed his lips against her inner thigh, trailing soft kisses up towards her center. She arched her back, aching for his touch, as his tongue began to stride inside her.

"Is my wife okay with this, or maybe she wants something more?" Giancarlo whispered teasingly as he bit down gently on her thighs.

"You know what I want," she hissed between clenched teeth, grinding her hips against his face.

"Yes ma'am."

Giancarlo sat down in the space beside her, putting her on his lap, her body facing him.

"I'm all yours, mia cara. Do whatever you want," Giancarlo breathed, tracing his fingers along the curves of her spine.

In response, she reached down to open the zipper of his pants, pulling out his already hardened length. She gripped it tighter, rubbing the crown of his shaft against her slick folds before guiding it inside her.

Giancarlo held her by the waist, his grip firm yet gentle, as she started to bounce up and down on his lap, their eyes locked in a passionate stare.

"Look how full you are of me, mia cara. My cock in your pussy, my ring on your finger, my baby in your womb. You took me so well."

There was something about those words that ignited a hunger within her. She bounced on him with increasing urgency, her moans growing louder with each thrust.

Who cares if anyone can hear them outside? New York is Giancarlo Costa's territory, and there's no place in there that he doesn't have control over.

"Come for me, Yuri," Giancarlo growled as he swiped a hand across her sweat-drenched forehead, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

As if her body were possessed by his command, Yuri's climax washed over her in a wave of ecstasy. She collapsed onto his chest, their bodies still intertwined, as Giancarlo caressed her back.