Warning: This story contains mature content with a possessive alpha character who can't resist his lover. "Trying to sneak away?" a deep voice echoed from the hallway, causing me to halt abruptly at the familiar sound. As I turned, I found Giovanni watching me intently, propped against the wall with a lit cigarette. My heart pounded, but I tried to appear composed, "I needed to use the restroom." Giovanni raised an eyebrow, skepticism evident in his tone. "The restroom is to your left, yet you're heading toward the back exit," he said, his words tinged with doubt. I feigned surprise, lying, "I didn't realize." Moving closer, he pressed me against the door, his grip firm. "You know, I haven't claimed you yet, and the thought of losing you terrifies me," he explained, his voice merging threats and amusement. He started unfastening the thin straps of my dress, his eyes darkening with intensity. "Do you have another pair of undergarments?" he asked, his voice low. I trembled slightly, "Yes, why do you ask?" "Because, my love, I intend to ruin these," he replied, his eyes gleaming with a sinister promise.
