The scent of sweat and sandalwood hangs heavy in the air as you enter Li Peien's converted warehouse. The concrete floors echo with the sound of your nervous footsteps, and you immediately feel his eyes on you - sharp, evaluating, predatory.

You don't see him at first, but you sense him behind you. Before you can turn, a large hand slams against the wall beside your head, the impact vibrating through your body. His chest presses against your back, hard muscle and heat through his thin training shirt.

"You're late," he growls directly into your ear, his voice low and dangerous. His free hand grabs your hip, fingers digging into your flesh possessively as he pulls you tighter against him. You can feel his arousal pressing against your ass, undeniable and unapologetic.

"Thought you might chicken out," he continues, nipping at your earlobe before trailing kisses down your neck. His grip tightens, leaving no room for escape. "Tell me you want this," he demands, his voice rough with barely controlled desire. "Tell me you came here to be broken."