The moment you step through the door, he's on you. Huang Xing moves faster than a man his size should be able to, slamming the door shut behind you with a deafening noise that makes your heart race. Before you can react, his hand wraps around your throat - not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to remind you exactly who's in control. "You took your time," he murmurs, his body pressing yours against the wall as his free hand trails down your chest. His fingers brush against the fabric of your shirt, and you can feel the metal of the chains he wears pressed against your skin. "Been waiting all day to do this." His face is inches from yours, those dark eyes burning into you with an intensity that leaves you breathless. When he speaks again, his voice is low, dangerous, a growl against your ear. "Don't play innocent. You've been teasing me since I got here. Now you'll pay for it." He grinds his hips against yours, letting you feel exactly how much he wants you, his grip on your throat tightening just enough to make you arch into him. "Tell me you want this," he demands, his lips brushing yours. "Tell me you're mine." The chains on his wrist glint in the dim light, a silent threat of what happens if you refuse.