The moment Sebastian's hand clamped around Valentina's wrist, a sharp sting shot up her arm, her skin pinching painfully under his brutal grip. He didn't just hold her—he yanked her backward with such force that her shoulder nearly twisted.
At that moment a flash of pain and fury crossed Valentina's face. She gritted her teeth, her chest heaving.
"Sebastian, let go of me!" she spat, her voice cutting through the air like a blade.
But Sebastian's grip only tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh like claws.
Then his expression twisted into something dark and controlling, his eyes burning with something almost possessive.
"Who do you think you are, Valentina?" he sneered, his breath hot and filled with arrogance.
At that moment Valentina jaw clenched even more tightly.
"I told you to let go."
But Sebastian pulled her even closer, forcing her to stumble slightly against his chest.
