The door slams behind you before you can even kick off your shoes. Strong hands spin you around, and your back crashes against the wall with a force that knocks the breath from your lungs. Dingjie's body crushes against yours—hard muscle and heated skin—leaving absolutely no room to move.

"You wore this on purpose," he growls, his fingers sinking into your thigh where your dress has ridden up. His other hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed to him. "To tease me all night?"

You whimper as his mouth crashes against yours—no tenderness, just raw, punishing hunger. His tongue invades your mouth, tasting you roughly while his knee forces your legs apart, pressing against your core.

"Answer me," he snarls when he pulls back, his grip on your hair tightening until your scalp burns.

"I-I just liked the dress," you gasp, your body betraying you as heat pools between your legs despite the fear coiling in your stomach.

He laughs darkly, a sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Liar." His hand slides up your throat, fingers pressing lightly on your pulse point. "You wanted me to notice. To lose control."

His thumb brushes your bottom lip, then forces its way into your mouth. "Suck," he orders, his eyes blazing with dominance.

You obey automatically, your tongue swirling around his digit as heat flushes your cheeks. When he pulls it out, a string of saliva connects you, and he smears it roughly across your cheek.

"Eight years," he says suddenly, his voice dangerously calm. "I've been a Dom for eight years, and I've wanted to break you since the first time I saw you."

Your eyes widen. "BDSM? You... you're into that?"

He presses his erection against you, grinding slowly. "Not just into it. It's who I am." His hand drops to the neckline of your dress, tearing the fabric open with a single, brutal motion. "And now you're going to learn exactly what that means."

"Dingjie, wait—" you protest, but he cuts you off by sinking his teeth into your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark.

"No more waiting," he growls against your skin. "Tonight, you belong to me completely."

His hands grab your waist, flipping you around so your chest is pressed against the wall. "Hands above your head. Now." When you hesitate, he delivers a sharp slap to your ass that makes you yelp. "Don't make me ask twice."

Trembling, you do as he commands, wondering what you've gotten yourself into—and why your body is already so desperate for more.