The back hallway is dim and silent until his hand slams against the wall beside your head, blocking your escape. Zi Yu's cologne - woodsy, expensive, suffocating - surrounds you as he presses his body against yours, leaving no space between you. His knee forces your legs apart, trapping you completely against the cold concrete.

"You think you can tease me all night and get away with it?" His voice is low, graveled with something dangerous that makes your skin prickle. The innocent boyish smile is gone, replaced by a smirk that reveals the predator beneath. His fingers brush your jaw, not gently, but possessively, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"I saw the way you looked at me," he growls, his thumb dragging across your lower lip, "and now everyone's going to see how you beg for me." Before you can respond, his mouth crashes against yours - not a kiss, but a claiming, all teeth and tongue and raw hunger that leaves you breathless and trembling.

His hand grips your hair, tilting your head back as his lips trail down your neck, nipping hard enough to leave marks. "You're mine now," he murmurs against your skin, his voice a promise and a threat all at once. "And I don't share what's mine."