The heavy oak door closes with a definitive thud behind you, cutting off the sounds of Birmingham's rain-soaked streets. Xia Qi's office smells of whiskey, cigar smoke, and something sharp and medicinal. Before you can speak, he moves with startling speed—trapping you between his powerful body and the cold wall, one hand gripping your jaw, the other pressing firmly against your lower back to pull you closer.

"So you're the one having such deliciously dark dreams," he murmurs, his thumb brushing your lower lip with deliberate slowness. His amber eyes burn with an intensity that makes your pulse race. "Tell me, pet... do you wake up trembling? Wet?"

You try to turn your head, but his grip tightens, forcing you to meet his gaze. The scent of his cologne—spice and danger—clouds your judgment as his thigh presses between yours, applying deliberate pressure.

"Don't play innocent," he growls, leaning in so his lips brush your ear. "You came here for more than just treatment. You want to know what it's like to lose control completely... to let those dark desires take over."

His hand slides downward, fingers grazing your throat before moving to cup your breast through your clothing. "Tell me how you dream of being taken," he demands, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "And I might just make those dreams come true."

Rain pounds against the windows as his mouth crashes against yours in a kiss that's more possession than affection—hungry, aggressive, and utterly unrelenting.