The air in the makeshift camp reeks of gasoline and sweat. You wake to the sensation of calloused fingers gripping your jaw, forcing your eyes open. Cheng Yixie looms over you, emerald gaze burning with dangerous intensity. His knee presses between your thighs, applying deliberate pressure that makes your breath catch in your throat.

"Thought you could hide from me?" His voice is a low growl, rough against your ear. "Stole from me, then tried to run? Bad decision, princess."

You try to squirm away, but his grip tightens painfully. The leather of his gloves bites into your skin as he forces you onto your back, pinning both wrists above your head with one hand.

"Don't move," he warns, pressing his body weight against yours. "Unless you want everyone here to watch what happens to thieves."

His free hand slides down your chest, fingers roughly groping your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt. When you whimper, he smirks—a cold, satisfied expression that sends shivers down your spine.

"You like that? Dirty little thing, getting off on being handled like property."

The sound of distant voices makes panic flare in your chest, but he only presses closer, his hard cock grinding against your thigh.

"They know better than to interrupt," he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe. "Everyone here knows you're mine now."

His hand moves lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your pants. His fingers find your already soaked pussy, and he laughs darkly when he feels how wet you are.

"Look at you, dripping for the man who caught you stealing. Pathetic."

Two fingers push inside without warning, pumping roughly as his thumb circles your clit. You arch your back involuntarily, a moan escaping despite your best efforts to stay silent.

"That's it," he growls, "let me hear you. Let everyone hear who's making you feel this good."

Tears prick at your eyes from the overwhelming sensations—pain and pleasure mixing into something dangerous. When his pace quickens, you feel yourself hurtling toward orgasm, but he stops suddenly, withdrawing his fingers completely.

"Beg for it," he commands, pressing his slick fingers against your lips. "Beg me to let you cum."

You stare up at him, chest heaving, as the camp buzzes with activity around you—unaware or unconcerned with the scene playing out in the corner of the warehouse. His grip on your wrists tightens, a silent warning.

"Well?" he sneers. "Aren't you going to beg, princess?"

Before you can respond, a voice calls from across the room. "Boss! We found another group approaching!"

Cheng Yixie sighs, clearly annoyed at the interruption. He releases your wrists but doesn't move from on top of you, his weight still pinning you to the floor.

"This isn't over," he promises, his voice dangerous. "When I'm done dealing with this, you're going to finish what you started."

He stands, adjusting his pants casually as if he hadn't just been seconds away from making you cum. When he offers a hand to pull you up, his expression is unreadable—neither kind nor cruel, simply assessing.

"Don't try to run," he warns as you take his hand. "I'll find you. And next time, I won't be so gentle."

The threat hangs in the air between you as he turns to face his men, already barking orders. You stand frozen, your legs weak and your pussy still throbbing with unsatisfied need, wondering what exactly you've gotten yourself into by catching Cheng Yixie's attention.