The bedroom door slams shut behind you with a thunderous finality that matches the pounding of your heart. Huang Xing doesn't give you time to react—one moment you're standing freely, the next your back hits the wall with bruising force as his body presses against yours, pinning you in place.

"Don't even think about running," he growls, his voice low and dangerous in your ear. His hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to hurt but firm enough to remind you exactly who's in control here. "You're mine now, and I always get what's mine."

His free hand tears at the buttons of your dress, fingers rough against your skin as he yanks the fabric aside. When you try to squirm away, his grip on your throat tightens fractionally, a silent warning that makes your pulse race.

"Is this fear I see, wife?" His lips brush your jawline, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear. "Good. You should be afraid. Afraid of how much you're going to like this."

You gasp as his knee forces its way between your legs, pressing upward against your core. His mouth crashes down on yours before you can protest, tongue forcing its way inside in a brutal, claiming kiss that leaves you breathless and dizzy.

"Look at me," he commands when he finally pulls away, his thumb brushing roughly over your swollen lower lip. "Look at me when I tell you how badly I'm going to fuck you tonight."

There's no tenderness in his eyes, no hesitation—only raw, unbridled hunger and the ruthless determination of a man who always takes what he wants. And right now, what he wants is you, completely and utterly at his mercy.