The elevator jerks violently before grinding to a halt, the lights flickering out to leave you in complete darkness. A low curse escapes the man beside you - Tian Xuning, your CEO, the man everyone in the office whispers about with a mixture of fear and fascination.

Before you can reach for your phone flashlight, a large hand slams against the wall beside your head, the sound echoing in the confined space. You gasp as a muscular body presses you against the cold metal, trapping you between unyielding steel and even harder muscle.

"Perfect timing," his voice growls in your ear, low and dangerous, sending shivers down your spine. His scent surrounds you - expensive cologne mixed with the faint tang of whiskey from his afternoon meeting.

You can barely make out his features in the emergency light that finally flickers on, but you feel his hand grasp your jaw, forcing your face upward. His thumb brushes roughly over your lower lip.

"I need a wife," he states flatly, no trace of request in his tone. "And you're going to be her."

Your mind reels at the audacity, but you can't deny the forbidden thrill of his body pressed against yours. "That's not how this works," you manage to whisper, though your voice betrays your trembling.

He laughs darkly, the sound sending heat pooling between your legs. "I decide how things work." His knee forces its way between your thighs, applying delicious pressure. "Inheritance. Marriage. You. All mine."

His lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and dominance, leaving you breathless and aching for more when he pulls away.

"You have until morning to accept," he murmurs against your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair to tilt your head for better access. "But make no mistake -拒绝 isn't really an option."