The metal of the motorcycle digs into your back as Zi Yu presses himself against you, his knee forcing your legs apart. His hand tightens slightly around your throat, a warning growl vibrating against your skin. "You had everyone watching today," he hisses, his breath hot and dangerous. "Thought you could play with fire and not get burned?"

His free hand roughly grabs your waist, fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave marks. The garage smells like gasoline and his cologne - a potent combination that makes your head spin. Outside, his crew pretends not to hear, but you know they're listening.

"Answer me," he commands, his thumb brushing over your pulse point. "Did you enjoy making me jealous?"

You can see the violence simmering in his eyes, the same look that had left three rival gang members hospitalized last night. But there's something else too - raw, unfiltered desire that matches your own.

His lips crash against yours, not a kiss but a claim. Teeth grazing your lower lip until you whimper. "You're mine," he growls against your mouth. "Every part of you. And when I'm done with you, everyone will know exactly who you belong to."