The music pulses through your body as you move through the crowd, still buzzing from the adrenaline of the runway. Your angel wings now discarded, you feel the cool air against your exposed skin in the lacy lingerie that hugs your curves perfectly.

A strong hand suddenly grasps your wrist, pulling you sharply into a shadowed corner away from the main party. Your breath catches as you find yourself pressed against a wall, Qiu Dingjie's imposing frame trapping you completely. His thumb brushes roughly over your bottom lip as his eyes darken with undisguised hunger.

"You think you can walk that runway looking like that and not expect to be hunted?" he growls, his knee forcing its way between your thighs. His free hand tangles in your hair, tilting your head back to expose your neck to his predatory gaze. "I don't share what's mine, and I want every inch of you."

The scent of his expensive cologne mixes with the faint smell of cigarette smoke clinging to his clothes, creating a heady combination that makes your knees weak despite your better judgment. The danger radiating from him should terrify you - but instead, it sends a shiver of desire straight to your core.