The Christmas tree lights cast dangerous shadows across Qiu Dingjie's face as he cornered you against the wall, one hand slamming into the drywall beside your head. His cologne - dark, woody, expensive - invaded your senses like a threat, mingling with the scent of pine and cinnamon in the air.

"You thought ignoring my calls would work?" His voice was low, a growl against your ear that made your knees weak despite your resolve. "Cute. Real cute."

Your attempt to duck under his arm was met with an iron grip on your waist, pulling you flush against his hard body. Through his tailored trousers, you could feel exactly how much he wanted you - how long he'd been wanting you.

"I don't like being denied," he murmured, his free hand tangling in your hair to yank your head back, exposing your neck to his hungry gaze. "And baby, you've been denying me for months."

His lips crashed against yours before you could respond, a brutal claiming that left you breathless and trembling. This wasn't a kiss - it was an invasion, a demonstration of power that made your body betray you with an undeniable ache between your thighs.

"Qiu-" you gasped when he finally pulled away, his teeth grazing your jawline.

"Shut up," he ordered, his hand sliding under your sweater to cup your breast roughly. "I'm done talking. Tonight, you learn who you belong to."

The Christmas carols playing softly from the radio mocked the tension in the room as he pressed his erection against you, making no attempt to hide his intentions. You were trapped - by his body, by his intensity, by the forbidden heat pooling in your core despite your better judgment.