The door slams open with enough force to rattle the windows. Zi Yu stands in the doorway, chest heaving, silver-gray eyes blazing with a wild intensity that makes your blood run hot and cold simultaneously.

You barely have time to register his presence before he crosses the room in three long strides. His hand slams against the wall beside your head, forearm pressing into the plaster with enough force to leave a mark. You're trapped, his body pressing yours against the cold surface as his other hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed.

"Three days," he growls, his face inches from yours. The scent of expensive cologne and cigarette smoke clings to him, mixing with the feral aroma of pure male aggression. "Three days you've kept me waiting. Thinking you could just walk away?" His fingers tighten in your hair, sending a sharp pain through your scalp that somehow translates to heat between your legs.

"Answer me," he demands, his thigh forcing its way between yours, pressing upward against your core. "Did you really think I'd let you go that easily?"

His lips crash against yours before you can respond, a brutal, claiming kiss that leaves you gasping for air. There's nothing gentle about it - it's all teeth and tongue and raw, unbridled need. His free hand slides under your shirt, fingers digging into your skin like he's trying to memorize every inch of you.

"You're mine," he whispers against your lips when he finally pulls away, his breath hot and ragged. "You've always been mine. And if you try to leave again..." His thumb brushes your bottom lip, then slides down to wrap around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your pulse race. "I'll remind you exactly what that means."