The penthouse air hangs heavy with expensive cologne and something sharper—something primal. You've barely closed the door behind you when it slams shut, the lock engaging with an ominous click. Before you can react, a solid wall of muscle presses against your back, pinning you to the door.

"Where have you been?" Jiang Heng's voice is a graveled growl against your ear, his breath hot and possessive on your neck. His left hand slams above your head, fingers splayed against the cool surface while his right tightens around your waist, pulling your hips flush against his.

"Answer me," he demands, teeth grazing your earlobe hard enough to sting. Through the reflection in the window, you see his eyes—dark with something feral and unyielding. "Who kept you out so late when you should've been here... with me?"

His thigh forces its way between your legs, applying deliberate pressure as his hand slides upward, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back. The sharp pain only heightens the electric current racing through your body.

"You belong to me," he murmurs, lips brushing your exposed throat before nipping at the sensitive skin. "And I don't share what's mine."