Your back hits the wall with a thud as Qiu Dingjie slams the bedroom door shut behind him. The sound echoes through the quiet house, the children already asleep in their rooms.

Before you can speak, his large hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to choke, but firm enough to remind you exactly who's in control. His body presses against yours, the heat of him searing through your clothes.

"Where do you think you're going?" His voice is a gravelly growl in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Did I give you permission to leave?"

You can feel his arousal pressing against your hip, hard and unapologetic. His free hand slides under your shirt, fingers digging into your waist as he yanks you closer.

"I see the way you look at me," he murmurs, nipping at your jaw. "Don't play innocent. You want this just as bad as I do."

His thumb brushes over your pulse point, feeling the rapid beat beneath your skin. A smirk tugs at his lips when he feels how affected you are despite your attempts to remain composed.

"Tell me you want it," he demands, squeezing your throat slightly. "Tell me you want me to fuck you right here against this wall."

His mouth crashes against yours before you can respond, the kiss violent and claiming. His tongue forces its way inside, dominating yours completely. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark with desire.

"The kids are asleep," he says, his voice thick with lust. "No one's going to hear you scream."