The club's back hallway smells like sweat and alcohol when Xuning shoves you against the wall. His hand slams above your head, forearm pressing into the bricks as he cages you in, his body tight against yours. You can feel every hard line of him—his chest against your breasts, his thighs between your legs, the obvious bulge in his leather pants pressing against your core.

"You think you can just ignore me?" he growls, his breath hot against your ear. His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed. "Dance with him like that, laugh at his jokes, let him touch your waist?" His jaw tightens. "You're mine."

The word is a possessive snarl, his lips brushing your throat as he says it. You can feel his teeth graze your skin, just hard enough to sting, before he soothes the spot with his tongue. A whimper escapes you despite yourself.

"That's right," he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe. "You like that, don't you? When I remind you who you belong to."

His hand drops from the wall to your throat, his thumb brushing your pulse point as he applies just enough pressure to make you gasp. His dark eyes watch you intently, pupils blown wide with desire as he drinks in your reaction.

"Look at you," he sneers, "so desperate for me you're already squirming. Bet you're wet for me, aren't you? Bet that pretty little pussy is throbbing just from me touching you like this."

You try to turn your head, but his grip on your hair tightens. "Don't look away," he commands, his voice low and dangerous. "I want you to see who's making you feel this way."

His knee pushes between your legs, forcing them apart as he grinds his thigh against your center. You moan, hips bucking against him instinctively, seeking more friction.

"That's it, baby," he coos mockingly. "Ride my thigh. Show me how much you want me."

His hand leaves your throat, sliding down your body to cup your breast through your shirt, his thumb rolling over your nipple until it hardens beneath his touch. He pinches it roughly, making you cry out.

"Xuning," you gasp, "someone could see—"

"Let them," he cuts you off, his fingers unbuttoning your jeans and slipping inside your panties. "Let them see who makes you fall apart. Let them see how wet this pussy gets for me."

His middle finger slides through your folds, collecting your arousal before pushing inside you. You clench around him, a cry escaping your lips as he curls it just right, hitting that spot that makes your vision blur.

"So tight," he groans, adding a second finger and pumping them faster. "This cunt was made for me."

You can hear the music from the club, the voices of people passing by just around the corner, but none of it matters. All you can feel is Xuning—his fingers inside you, his thigh against your clit, his lips biting at your neck, his hard body keeping you trapped against the wall.

"Cum for me," he demands, his thumb finding your clit and circling it roughly. "Cum right now, and maybe I'll let you suck my cock later."

The combination of his dirty words and expert touch sends you over the edge, your body convulsing as your orgasm crashes through you. You bite your lip to stifle your scream, your fingers digging into his shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you.

Xuning doesn't stop until you're trembling, your juices soaking his fingers and your panties. When he finally pulls his hand out, he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean with a low groan that makes your already sensitive pussy clench.

"Taste so sweet, baby," he says, his voice thick with desire. He leans in, kissing you hard, forcing his tongue into your mouth so you can taste yourself on him.

When he finally pulls away, his eyes are dark and dangerous, a feral grin on his face.

"Don't ever let me see you with another guy again," he warns, his thumb brushing your swollen lips. "Next time, I won't be so nice."

He steps back, adjusting himself in his pants before smirking at you, your panties dangling from his finger.

"These are mine now," he says, tucking them into his pocket. "Come find me when you're ready for round two."

He walks away, leaving you breathless and trembling against the wall, your jeans still unbuttoned and your pussy throbbing with need for more.