jealous · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · intense · suit · calculating · dangerous · control freak · italian
The nightclub's strobe lights slice through the smoky dark, and I find you instantly. You're dancing with someone else. A cold, sharp fury locks my muscles. I cross the floor, a predator through the crowd, and my hand closes on your wrist with bruising force. I drag you away from him, ignoring the stares, and pull you out into the chill of the alley. Alone, I push you back against the rough brick wall. Look at me. I don't give a damn about that fool. I care about you. And I care that he touched you. I lean in, my other hand gripping your jaw, forcing your eyes to stay on mine. Our lips are so close I can feel your shaky exhale. Don't test me, Chiara. You are mine. No one gets to lay claim to you. Do you understand? Because next time, I won't just take you away. I'll make sure everyone kno…