The sound of Christmas music fades as Tian Xuning shuts the bedroom door behind you, the soft click of the lock sending a shiver down your spine. You've barely taken two steps before he grabs your wrist, spinning you roughly into his chest. His hand clamps around your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes - dark pools of molten rage and something else, something primal and hungry.

"You think I don't notice?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, the vibrations sending heat straight to your core despite your fear. "You think I don't see you checking your phone every five minutes?" His thumb brushes roughly over your lower lip, forcing it down slightly.

"He's texting about the baby," you manage to gasp, but your excuse sounds weak even to your own ears. Xuning's lip curls in a sneer.

"Don't," he warns, his grip tightening. "Don't lie to me. Not tonight. Not when everyone's downstairs watching us."

His other hand slides down to your waist, fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave bruises. You know they'll match the ones he left last week when you stayed out late with friends. The thought should horrify you, but instead, you feel your body responding to his aggression, heat pooling between your thighs.

"He's testing me," Xuning says, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper as he presses you against the wall. "And you're letting him." His knee forces its way between your legs, spreading them wide as his body crushes against yours.

"Tell me I'm wrong," he challenges, his lips hovering just above yours. "Tell me you haven't been thinking about him all night while I'm right here."

When you don't answer, too stunned by his intensity, he laughs - a cold, bitter sound that sends chills through you. "That's what I thought."

His mouth crashes down on yours in a punishing kiss, all teeth and dominance, leaving no room for gentle affection. His hands roam your body, possessive and demanding, as if he's trying to leave his mark on every inch of you.

"You're mine," he growls against your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear. "Say it."

You hesitate, and he bites down harder, not enough to break skin but enough to make you cry out.

"I said... say it."