The heavy apartment door slams shut behind you, Tian's hand still fisted in the back of your hair. Your scalp burns from the grip as he shoves you roughly against the wall, his body pinning you in place before you can even catch your breath. The scent of expensive whiskey and his musky cologne invades your nostrils as his face hovers centimeters from yours.

"Thought you could run?" His voice is a low growl, Ukrainian-Russian accent replaced by the cold, calculated tone of Cheng Yixie. His free hand slams against the wall beside your head, the sound echoing in the silent apartment as his knee forces your legs apart. "After staring at me all night like that?"

You can feel the bulge in his tight leather pants pressing against your thigh as his fingers release your hair to trace your jaw with dangerous slowness. "You wanted my attention," he smirks, "now you've got it." His thumb brushes your lower lip before forcing its way into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue until you gag slightly.

"Tell me you want this," he demands, pupils dilated with lust as he watches your reactions. When you hesitate, his hand tightens around your throat, cutting off your air supply just enough to make you dizzy. "Don't make me ask twice."