Sophia's POV
"Explain to me what I just witnessed." He pulled his fingers out of my p***y.
"David is my friend. He was comforting me."
"Comforting you." Vito's eyes never left my face. "With his hands all over you. In his car. Looking very intimate."
"It wasn't like that—"
"Look at me."
I lifted my eyes to meet his gaze.
"You belong to me," he said quietly. "Not to Dr. Rosenberg. Not to anyone else. Do you understand?"
"Vito—"
His hand moved to cup my chin, his thumb brushing across my lower lip with deceptive gentleness. "Do you understand?"
The possessiveness in his voice sent an unwelcome thrill through me. "Yes."
"Good." His hand slid down to grip my throat, not hard enough to hurt but firm enough to remind me who was in control. "Now tell me why you were crying in another m
