NO ONE'S POV
Dominic's fingers instantly froze against her skin. The next moment, he pulled his hand back and curled his fingers tightly into a fist, his knuckles turning white. His dark eyes burned right through her with fury.
A memory flashed in his mind. Just a minute ago, he had seen Enzo walking away from this exact area with a smug smile. And the very next moment, when Dominic arrived on the terrace, he had found Vivien's dazed, slumbered body resting against the table, completely defenseless. To hear her look up and whisper that specific man's name broke the last string of his control.
"Look at me," Dominic commanded, his voice a whisper.
He stepped even closer, forcing her to look at him. His thumb slid up, pressing firmly against her soft lower lip. He deliberately smeared the red wine stain across her skin in a possessive gesture.
"Say that name again, Vivien. See what happens," he whispered sharply.
