My Fiancé Slapped Me and Lost Me To His Billionaire Nemesis

Aria's POV

His hands were everywhere at once, and I wanted them to be. Dante's mouth crashed against mine, a claiming that stole my breath and my sanity in one hot, wet sweep. His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling just enough to make my scalp tingle. His other hand... oh God... his other hand slid up my bare thigh beneath my skirt, rough palm skating over my skin until his thumb found the soaked lace of my panties.

I gasped into his mouth and my body pushed against the cold wall in the hallway. The music from the club was so loud it felt like it was shaking inside me, but my heart was beating even faster, like it was running really hard.

"Aria."

When he said my name, it sounded like a quiet growl, and it made my stomach feel weird and hot. I didn't even know him. I shouldn't be here. But the way he said my name made it feel like he knew me really well, like he knew things about me I didn't even know.

He stopped kissing me and looked at me with serious eyes, like a storm was coming.

"Tell me to stop," he said.

I couldn't say it. The word wouldn't come out. I only felt like someone else had grabbed me before and it hurt. I shook my head and whispered, "Don't you dare."

He smiled like he won something. Then he leaned down and kissed my neck really hard, and it felt like he was leaving a bruise. I cried out and grabbed his shoulders because it hurt. He smelled like rain and something warm, and it felt like I was getting pulled into it.

-Earlier that day-

I watched Catherine, my sister smile as she passed it to him, her fingers brushing his for a second too long.

Yet there it was. Rhys Granger accepted it like it was a prize.

"Here," Catherine said brightly. "You always complain about the cups here. Use mine."

Mine. She said it like she was proud. My heart pounded hard. That mug was not just a mug. It was something she carried everywhere. She once screamed when I used it by mistake. She had called it special, Important and Hers.

Now she was giving it to my fiancé.

I forced a smile that hurt my face. "Catherine," I said softly. "Why are you giving him that?"

She tilted her head and looked at me like I was slow. "Because it is just a mug, Aria. Or are you keeping count now?"

Rhys chuckled. The sound crawled under my skin.

He lifted the mug and took a sip. His eyes stayed on me while he drank, like he was daring me to say something.

"I do not want that cup used," I said.

My mother cleared her throat. My father did not look up from his phone.

Rhys lowered the mug. "Why?" he asked. "Jealous of your own sister now?"

Catherine laughed lightly and