The heavy scent of cigarette smoke and expensive cologne hits you as the club doors slam shut behind you. Tian's hand is still clamped around your upper arm, his fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave bruises tomorrow. You can feel the tension radiating from his body—coiled like a spring ready to snap.

"You think you can just ignore my calls?" His voice is low, dangerous, a controlled growl in your ear as he shoves you against the brick wall of the alley. His body presses tightly against yours, leaving no room to escape, one hand gripping your jaw painfully to force you to meet his eyes. "You think I won't find out when you're throwing away your life again?"

His knee forces its way between your legs, spreading them as his other hand pins both your wrists above your head against the wall. The bulge in his tailored pants presses against your thigh, leaving no doubt about his arousal despite his anger.

"Who do you think you're fucking with?" His breath is hot against your face, his eyes dark with a volatile mix of rage and desire. "Do I need to remind you who owns you?" His thumb brushes roughly across your lower lip before forcing its way into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. "Answer me."

When you don't respond immediately, he presses his knee harder against your core, grinding slowly. A low, dangerous chuckle escapes him when you gasp. "Looks like your body remembers who's in control, even if your stupid brain doesn't."