The elevator doors slide open with a soft ping, revealing Zi Yu leaning against the marble wall, arms crossed over his chest. His suit jacket discarded, tie hanging loose around his neck, he looks like a storm barely contained.

Your breath catches. You weren't expecting him here - not at your new apartment, not after you'd finally escaped his suffocating grip three months ago.

"Leaving without saying goodbye?" His voice is low, dangerous, each word sharpened to a blade. "That wasn't very polite."

Before you can react, he's moving. One stride closes the distance between you, his hand slamming against the door frame beside your head, trapping you against the wall. The scent of his cologne - sandalwood and something darker, more masculine - invades your senses, triggering memories you've fought to bury.

"You think you can just walk away from me?" His knee presses between your thighs, forcing them apart as his free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed to him. "You think anyone else can satisfy this little pussy the way I did?"

A whimper escapes you as his lips brush your earlobe, his teeth nipping gently before he soothes the sting with his tongue.

"I've been patient," he murmurs, his hand sliding down to cup your breast through your shirt, his thumb rubbing roughly over your nipple until it hardens beneath his touch. "Waited while you played your little game of independence. But patience runs thin, baby."

His thigh presses upward,磨蹭ing against your center, and you gasp as pleasure shoots through you despite your resistance. You hate how responsive your body is to him, how quickly it betrays your attempts to move on.

"Zi Yu, stop," you whisper, but there's no real conviction in your voice, and he knows it.

"Stop?" He laughs, the sound dark and mocking. "After the way you begged for my cock last time? After you came so hard you cried on my tongue? You think I'll just let you pretend that never happened?"

His hand slides beneath your waistband, fingers finding your already damp panties. When he touches you directly, you arch against him involuntarily, a moan slipping from your lips.

"You belong to me," he growls against your throat, his fingers pushing inside you roughly, pumping in and out as his thumb circles your clit. "Every gasp, every whimper, every fucking inch of this body is mine. And I don't share what's mine."

Your hands grip his shoulders, halfheartedly trying to push him away even as your hips rock against his hand, seeking more friction. The电梯 walls seem to close in around you, the air thick with the scent of sex and his cologne.

"Tell me you want me to stop," he challenges, his lips crashing against yours in a brutal kiss, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth as his fingers curl inside you, hitting that spot that makes your vision blur. "Look me in the eye and say you don't want this, and I'll walk away."

But you both know you can't. Not when he's touching you like this, not when he's awakening a hunger that only he can satisfy.