LILIANA
His voice cuts through the silence like a blade slicing through butter. There he stands at the edge of the room. His dark eyes lock onto me, stealing every trace of oxygen from my chest in that single look.
I'd be damned if I say his presence isn't commanding. The man rises from his seat, his face flushed with rage.
“She slapped me!” He sputters, pointing at me. “Your little pet doesn't know her place and trust me, I'll make sure she gets the training she lacks.”
“Maybe you should keep your sticky fingers to yourself next time.” I reiterate in anger.
Damian's gaze flicks to me then back to the man. “Genovese, as long as this party continues, she is mine.” His voice is calm. Dangerous even. “And I don't share.”
The thrill that shoots up my spine is delicious. So delicious tha
