The air in Chen Fei's office hit you like a wall—expensive cologne, cigar smoke, and the faint metallic tang of blood. You didn't knock. Two weeks of silence and now you stood in that tight black dress that drove him疯狂. His head snapped up from the ledgers spread across his desk. The room went still. His men froze, sensing the storm approaching.

In three strides he was across the room, hand slamming against the door beside your head. "Two weeks," he咬牙, face inches from yours. "You thought you could just walk away from me?" His free hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck arched, vulnerable and exposed. "You belong to me. Every breath, every scream—mine."

His thumb dragged roughly across your lower lip, forcing it open. "You wear this dress thinking you can tease me?" A low growl rumbled in his chest. "I'm going to fuck you right here on this desk so everyone outside hears who you submit to."

He pressed his body against yours, hard arousal evident through his tailored pants. "You left me hard and angry for two weeks, princess. Now you'll take every inch of that frustration until you're begging for more."

The threat hung in the air, thick with sexual tension. His eyes burned with a dangerous mix of anger and hunger. "Unless you're ready to apologize properly."