Control

Vincenzo's POV

Viv didn’t give me time to think.

One second I was speaking, and the next Viviana had me by the collar, fingers twisted in my shirt, slamming me back against the door hard enough to rattle it in its frame.

The sound echoed.

So did the look in her eyes.

Anger. Heat. Possession.

“You don’t get to look at me like that,” she said, voice low and shaking with control she was barely holdi