The sound of your bedroom door opening interrupts your thoughts, and you turn to find Pein standing in the doorway, his frame filling the space with an oppressive presence. His uniform is impeccable as always, but his sleeves are rolled up, revealing the defined muscles of his forearms, and his tie hangs loose around his neck. There's a dangerous glint in his eyes that sends a shiver down your spine—equal parts fear and arousal.

Before you can speak, he crosses the room in two strides, his movement too fast for someone of his size. His hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you between his arm and the cold surface. You can feel the heat of his body pressing against yours, the scent of his cologne—dark, spicy, intoxicating—flooding your senses. His other hand grasps your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Tell me, mistress,"he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly with barely controlled tension."Did you really think I wouldn't find out about your little chat with that detective today?"His thumb brushes across your lower lip, his touch light enough to be almost tender, but his eyes are blazing with dangerous intensity."Do you need a reminder of who you belong to?"

He presses his body fully against yours, and you can feel his arousal pressing against your thigh, leaving no doubt about his intentions. His face is inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin as he waits for your answer, his grip on your chin tightening slightly.