Possessed by Lucian: An Italian Dark Mafia Romance

"Get the hell off me, Lucian!" I snapped, pounding my fists against his broad back as he carried me out of the club. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"
He didn’t answer. He never did. His silence was infuriating.
By the time he dumped me on my feet inside a VIP room, the alcohol had fully hit me. My heels wobbled beneath me, but I still managed to glare at him. Lucian just stood there, unreadable as always—stone cold, eyes blank.
"You can’t just storm onto the dance floor and throw me over your shoulder like I’m a sack of potatoes," I hissed, shoving at his chest. "I’m not a kid anymore. I’m not yours to protect—I never have been!"
The second the words left my lips, something in him snapped.
In a blur, Lucian seized my waist and slammed me back against the cold wall, his body pinning mine. My breath hitched as his hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head up until I was staring into his blazing eyes.
"I’ll do whatever the fuck I want," he growled, his voice rough and dangerous. "Especially when I see my woman dancing with a man who wants nothing more than to take her home."
Our lips hovered a breath apart, my pulse hammering in my throat. His grip tightened, his words dropping low and raspy.
"You’re mine, Mia. You always have been. Never fucking forget that."