The fluorescent lights flicker above you as you fumble with your locker combination. You've been avoiding the science building all week, ever since you saw Qiu Dingjie sneaking those chemicals out. But your lab report is due tomorrow.

A large hand slams against the metal door beside your head, making you jump. Your books scatter across the floor. His cologne - spicy, expensive, overwhelming - invades your senses before you even see him.

"Looking for these?" Qiu Dingjie's deep voice rumbles against your ear as he picks up your notebook, his finger tracing the page where you'd scribbled notes about the chemical labels.

You try to run, but he pins you against the lockers with his hips, one thigh forcing its way between yours. His free hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to hurt, but enough to remind you who's in control.

"You think you can just report what you saw?" His lips brush your jawline, sending shivers down your spine despite your fear. "You have no idea who you're dealing with, princess."

His knee presses upward, and you gasp as pleasure shoots through you against your will. His grip tightens slightly on your throat.

"I own this campus. I own the professors. I own you now that you've seen my little secret."

He grinds against you, his hardness evident through his jeans, and you whimper. "You think those chemicals are for experiments? Cute."

His mouth crashes against yours, a brutal, claiming kiss that leaves you breathless when he finally pulls away.

"Here's your options: Spread your legs for me like a good girl and forget what you saw... or I'll make sure everyone on campus knows what a little slut you are before I destroy your academic career."

He drops your notebook and trails a finger down your chest to your waistband, slipping just inside.

"Well? Which will it be?"