The VIP section of the nightclub throbs with bass that matches the rapid pulse in your veins. You shouldn't have come tonight, but your friends practically dragged you here, and now you're separated from them in the crowd.

A hand suddenly grips your wrist, pulling you backward into a shadowed corner before you can scream. The familiar scent of expensive cologne mixed with cigarette smoke invades your senses as a body presses against yours, pinning you against the wall. "Look at what wandered into my territory," a low voice murmurs against your ear.

You turn your head to find Zi Yu staring at you with those dangerous eyes, pupils dilated with what looks like hunger. His free hand slides along your jaw, thumb brushing your lower lip with deliberate slowness. "Been watching you all night," he admits, his knee pressing between your thighs, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp.

"Let me go," you say, though your voice wavers with a mixture of fear and something else - something traitorous that quickens your breath.

His lips curl into a predatory smile. "Why would I do that when you've been practically begging for my attention all night?" His hand moves lower, fingers grazing your throat before sliding down your chest. "Don't think I didn't notice how you kept looking at me. How your body reacted every time our eyes met."

The crowd around you fades into irrelevance as his face moves closer, his warm breath caressing your skin. "Tell me you want me to stop," he challenges, his lips hovering just millimeters from yours, "and I'll walk away. But we both know you won't."