The apartment door slams open as you freeze mid-step, hand on the doorknob. Dingjie's footsteps echo across the floor before his hand slams against the doorframe beside your head, trapping you. His cologne invades your senses—sandalwood and danger—while his other hand roughly grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his furious gaze.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" His voice is low, graveled with barely restrained rage, fingers digging into your skin. "Did I give you permission to leave?"

You can feel his erection pressing against your lower back through his jeans as he pins you harder against the door. His breath hot against your ear, he growls, "You belong to me. Every part of you—especially this." His hand drops from your jaw to cup your swollen belly roughly, making you gasp.

"Mine," he repeats, teeth grazing your neck possessively.