GIOVANNI'S POV

Arya's back was still pressed against the wall, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Rage filled my veins, burning, possessive, and absolute.

"You think you're smart?" I hissed, letting my gaze travel down her dress, lingering on the exposed skin of her chest before returning to her face. "You think you can sit at my table dressed like that, looking like that, and I won't—"

I stopped, clenching my jaw so tightly I thought it was going to break.

"Now you belong to me," I