Chapter 73 Forbidden and Consequences
ARYA’S POV
I turned slowly to find Giovanni standing there, still wearing the same clothes from this morning. He looked at me like he wanted to snap my neck in half.
A sharp exhale left my lips. "How did you find me?”
His hand shot out, wrapping around my throat then he leaned in close, his grey eyes blazing.
"Did you really think I wouldn't find you?" he asked in a deadly tone. "We've been tearing this city apart for the last six hours. Do you have any idea what you put me through?"
“I-I'm sorry,” I stammered, my voice a whisper, hands instinctively rising to pry at his wrist.
Panic clawed at my chest, but he squeezed tighter, just enough to make my breath hitch, stars dancing at the edges of my vision.
"Don't be mistaken, Arya. I knew where you were.” He whispered. “I've been tracking you since you left that bicycle rental shop. I let you have your little adventure, but whether you want it or not… we’re leaving now.”
My chest tightened and burned with anger. All day, he knew, and he just... let me run around thinking I was free?
"You're a bastard," I breathed.
"Yes," he agreed simply. "And you're coming home with me.”
“No." The word came out before I could stop it. “You don't get to make every decision about my life without even asking me. I'm not some possession you can just-“
He squeezed my throat again. "Your sharp mouth is going to get you in trouble one day.” His thumb was pressing against my pulse point. "Today might be that day."
His free hand snaked around my waist, yanking me off the stool until I was pressed against him, the hard line of his body trapping me against the bar.
The bartender glanced our way but quickly looked away and I scowled at him but it was useless. Before I could say anything, Giovanni was pulling me away from where the crowd was to a dimly lit corner.
His fingers dug into my side, while his grip on my throat loosened just enough for me to breathe.
I shoved at his chest but he was a wall of muscle. “Let go,” I demanded, twisting in his hold, but he only laughed.
He spun me around, pinning me face-first against the bar's edge, his body crowding mine from behind. One arm banded across my chest, holding me down, while his other hand slid down my body.
“You've been ignoring me all morning,” he chided, his lips brushing my ear. “Acting like I don't exist. Think you can play games with me?”
His hand dipped lower, shoving up the hem of my skirt and his fingers brushed the edge of my panties. I bucked against him, fighting the arousal that was already wrapping around me.
“Gio, not here… people are-“ But my protest died as he yanked the fabric aside, his thick fingers finding my pussy, already traitorously slick despite everything.
He stroked along my folds, teasing my entrance, and I bit my lip to stifle a gasp. My eyes darted around the bar, especially at the oblivious people that were passing close by the shadowed space where he'd cornered me.
The risk of it all sent panic spiking through my veins as my heart pounded like a drum.
“Look at you, wet already,” he murmured, voice dripping with smug satisfaction as he pushed one finger inside me.
I shook my head, biting into my lips. “No.”
My walls clenched around the intrusion, a shiver racing up my spine. I hated how my body responded when he added a second finger, stretching me.
He pumped in and out with a rhythm that made my knees weaken. The wet sounds were obscene, barely masked by the bar's noise, and I glanced around wildly, catching glimpses of strangers walking past our spot.
Panic was twisted with desire, and my breath was coming in shallow pants as he curled his fingers, hitting that spot deep inside that made my vision blur.
“Fight me all you want,” he taunted, his thumb circling my clit now. I resisted still, grinding my teeth, but the pleasure was too much.
His hold on me tightened, keeping me pinned as he finger-fucked me harder, the heel of his palm grinding against my swollen nub.
I couldn't hold back the moan that escaped, my legs were trembling and I could feel the pleasure building.
“That’s it,” he rumbled against me, pumping faster. “Come for me, dolcezza.”
I shook my head stubbornly, curling my fingers into a fist as my nails dug into my skin. “No!” I whimpered.
Giovanni growled, literally, in response as he increased his tempo. When he curled his fingers inside and grabbed my heavy breasts, twisting a nipple… I lost control.
“Fuckkkk!” I cried out as my orgasm rushed through Mr like lightning, the sound was muffled against his arm, but it echoed in my ears.
I couldn’t help it, the wave of pleasure that rocked through me didn't want to stop and Gio reduced his tempo to a slow caress.
He withdrew his fingers slowly, bringing them to his lips. I watched in horror at the way his fingers were shiny with my arousal and my mouth dropped open when he licked them clean.
His eyes never left mine as he did so. “Tastes better than honey,' he said, a wicked grin curling his mouth. “You needed that, didn't you?”
Anger surged anew, mixing with the electricity still rippling through me. How could he reduce me to this in public, like I was his toy?
“I hate you,” I whispered, but even as the words left my lips, my body sagged against him.
Gio chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. Without another word, he scooped me up effortlessly, my dress rode up and he used his arm to cover it.
“Come on, let's go,” he said as he carried me out of the club, ignoring the stares that we drew.
Giovanni is walking red flags but why am I colorblind??
Arya pls blink twice if you need help because 😭