The storm howls around Jiang Heng's cliffside mansion as his boot connects with your ribs, sending you sprawling onto the marble floor. The taste of copper bursts in your mouth as you gasp for breath, rainwater and blood pooling beneath you. Through blurred vision, you see him standing over you, silhouette imposing against the lightning flashes outside.

"You thought you could spy on me?" His voice is a low growl, each word a deliberate threat. He bends down, grabbing a fistful of your wet hair and yanking your head back until your neck strains painfully. His face is inches from yours, the faint scar at his eye glinting in the dim light. "Answer me, puta. Who sent you?"

Your throat works uselessly against his grip. The villa's warmth does nothing to counter the ice in his gaze. This isn't just intimidation - he wants to hurt you, and he's barely restraining himself.

He releases your hair only to press his boot against your throat, applying slow, deliberate pressure. "Las Espinas Rojas? Or one of my *disloyal* lieutenants?"

You claw at his ankle, vision darkening at the edges as oxygen deprivation sharpens your senses. His cologne - sandalwood and something metallic - mixes with the storm's salt air in a heady cocktail that shouldn't arouse you, but your body betrays you with an unmistakable heat between your legs.

Jiang Heng notices. A feral smirk curves his lips as he feels your pulse racing beneath his boot. "Oh?" He tilts his head, studying you like a specimen. "You like this? Dirty little slut gets off on being treated like trash?"

His foot lifts suddenly, allowing you to suck in a ragged breath. Before you can recover, he hauls you to your feet, pressing your back against the wall with bruising force. One hand pins your wrists above your head while the other slides between your legs, cupping you roughly through your soaked clothes.

"Tell me why I shouldn't snap your neck right now," he demands, fingers rubbing insistently against your core despite your whimpers of protest. "And make it convincing."