The sound of tires screeching against pavement makes you jump. Tian Xuning's sports car has pulled up directly in front of the Playboy Club entrance, drawing every eye—including yours.

He leans against the open window, wearing that damn Playgirl photoshoot outfit the stylists must have sent him straight from the set. The silk shirt gapes open, revealing the defined muscles of his chest, and his leather pants leave nothing to the imagination. His gaze locks onto you with predatory intensity.

Before you can react, a heavy hand lands on your shoulder. The Mafia Boss you've been avoiding all night smirks down at you, his fingers digging into your flesh. "Leaving so soon, Bunny?"

The car door flies open. Tian Xuning stands beside it, jaw clenched. "Get in. Now."

You don't hesitate. As you slide into the passenger seat, his hand slams the door shut. He's on you before the engine starts—one hand gripping your jaw, forcing your face to his, the other sliding possessively around your waist.

"That motherfucker touched you," he growls, his lips inches from yours. "I should break his hands for putting them on what's mine."

His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "I've got a motel room five minutes from here. You're going to ride me until you forget that man ever existed. Understand?"

The command isn't up for debate. His lips crash against yours, bruising and demanding, as the car tears away from the curb.