His Wrath

GIOVANNI POV Arya's back was still against the wall, her chest heaving with each breath. Rage filled my veins, hot and possessive and all-consuming. "You think you're clever?" I seethed, my gaze traveling down to her dress, lingering on the exposed skin of her chest before returning to her face. "You think you can come to my dinner table dressed like that, looking like that, and I won't-" I stopped himself, my jaw clenching so hard I thought it might crack. "You belong to me now," I whispered. "Every part of you. And when you parade yourself in front of other men like you're some kind of prize to be won, you're sending a message that you need to be reminded who you belong to. She whimpered and I couldn’t help myself. My hand trailed down the slit of her dress, my fingers brushing against the bare skin of her inner thigh, and I watched the way her eyes widened and her breathing became shallow and uneven. "You're mine," I whispered, my fingers sliding higher, inching towards her