The studio lights burned hot against your skin as Qiu Dingjie circled you like a predator, his camera hanging forgotten around his neck. The air crackled with tension—professional pretense long since evaporated.

He stopped directly behind you, chest pressed against your back, his breath hot against your ear."You think you can tease me all day with those eyes and walk away?"His voice was low, graveled with barely contained aggression.

Before you could respond, his large hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back against his shoulder. Pain flared—sharp, delicious, exactly what he wanted to see in your eyes.

"Answer me,"he growled, his free hand sliding down to cup your throat, thumb pressing lightly against your pulse point.

You tried to speak, but his grip tightened just enough to make your vision blur at the edges.

"Cat got your tongue?"A dark chuckle rumbled through his chest."Don't worry, I'll give you something to scream about soon enough."

He shoved you roughly against the nearest wall, camera equipment crashing to the floor beside you as he pinned both wrists above your head with one hand. His knee forced your legs apart, pressing against your core with deliberate pressure.

"You have no idea what you've started,"he murmured, his lips brushing yours—so close you could taste the whiskey on his breath."From the moment you walked through that door, you belonged to me."

Your protest died in your throat as his mouth crashed down on yours—brutal, claiming, nothing like the gentle kisses in your fantasies. His tongue forced its way inside, dominating every inch while his free hand wandered beneath your shirt, fingers pinching roughly at your nipple through lace.

"So responsive,"he groaned against your lips."Bet you're already soaking wet for me, aren't you?"

He didn't wait for an answer, his hand sliding down to cup your heat through your clothes, fingers pressing harshly against your clit through fabric.

"Fucking slut,"he hissed, but there was no real venom—only hunger, raw and unfiltered."You want this just as bad as I do."

When you arched against his hand, seeking more friction, he laughed darkly."That's my girl. Beg for it."

"Qiu..."you gasped as his fingers found their way inside your panties, two digits sliding easily into your soaked pussy.

"Beg,"he repeated, curling his fingers just right to make your knees buckle.

"Please,"you whimpered, all pride abandoned."Please fuck me."

He withdrew his fingers slowly, bringing them to his mouth to suck clean, eyes locked on yours the entire time.

"Good girl,"he praised, unbuckling his belt with one hand while maintaining his hold on your wrists."Now spread your legs wider. I want to feel how wet that pretty pussy is for me."

The sound of his zipper seemed to echo in the silent studio, and when his cock brushed against your thigh, you couldn't help the whimper that escaped you.

"Someone's eager,"he smirked, positioning himself at your entrance."Don't worry—I'll stretch that tight little pussy until it remembers my name."

He thrust into you without warning, bottoming out in one brutal stroke that stole your breath and your sanity. Your scream was muffled by his mouth as he began to move—hard, fast, unrelenting.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?"he panted against your neck, teeth sinking into your skin hard enough to leave a mark."To be fucked like the whore you are, right here in my studio?"

You couldn't form words, could only cling to consciousness as he fucked you harder against the wall, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

"Tell me who owns you,"he demanded, his hand returning to your throat.

"You,"you gasped."I belong to you, Qiu!"

A feral grin spread across his face."Damn right you do."

He shifted his angle, hitting that spot deep inside that made you see stars, and you knew—you'd never be the same after this. Not with Qiu Dingjie's claim branded into your very soul.