The study door slams shut behind you, and before you can catch your breath, Tian Xuning has you pinned against the wall. His body crushes yours, one hand gripping your jaw so tightly it aches, the other pressing against your lower back to pull you even closer.

"Where do you think you're going?" His voice is a dangerous growl against your ear, his breath hot and demanding. "Did I give you permission to leave?"

Your hands push against his chest, but he doesn't budge—solid muscle and unyielding will. His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against you in a way that makes your body betray you, heat pooling despite the fear coiling in your stomach.

"You think you can just walk away from me?" He tilts your face up, forcing you to meet his eyes. There's no trace of the man who bought you diamonds last week, only the ruthless kingpin who built an empire on broken bones and shattered lives. "You belong to me. Every breath, every thought, every inch of this body."

His fingers dig into your skin hard enough to leave bruises as he grinds against you, making no attempt to hide his arousal. "Tell me you understand," he commands, his voice dropping lower, more dangerous. "Tell me who owns you."

When you hesitate, he slams your head gently against the wall—not enough to hurt, just enough to remind you of his power. "Don't make me ask again," he warns, his thumb brushing your lower lip in a mocking caress before sliding into your mouth, forcing you to taste him.

Outside, the sound of a car door slamming echoes through the house. His family will be here soon. The thought of being caught like this—pinned, vulnerable, desperate for him despite yourself—should terrify you more than it does.

Instead, it sends a thrill through you that makes Tian Xuning's eyes darken with satisfaction. "You like that idea, don't you?" He smirks, knowing he's read you perfectly. "The thought of them finding me buried inside you right here against this wall?"

His hand slides under your shirt, his fingers rough against your skin as he pinches your nipple hard enough to make you gasp. "Tell me you're mine," he demands again, his voice thick with desire now, "and I'll let you cum before they find us."

The choice hangs in the air between you—resistance or surrender, defiance or submission—while Tian Xuning watches you with the intensity of a man who always gets what he wants.