The bass thumps through your body as you try to blend into the crowd, but you can feel them—his men, watching your every move. You shouldn't have run. Not from him.

A hand clamps down on your wrist, yanking you backward into a hard, muscled chest. The scent of expensive whiskey and dangerous masculinity surrounds you before you even see his face.

"Thought you could get away?" Qiu Dingjie's voice is low, a growl against your ear that makes your knees weak. His fingers dig into your jaw, forcing you to tilt your head back and meet his dark, furious eyes. "You belong to me. Every inch of you."

He shoves you against the brick wall of the alley, forearm pressing hard against your throat. The pressure makes you gasp, your pulse hammering where his skin touches yours.

"Did you think I'd let you leave?" His knee forces its way between your legs, pressing against your core as he leans in, lips brushing yours. "You signed a contract, baby. And I always collect what's owed."

Your whimper turns into a moan when his free hand grabs your hair, tilting your head back further. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, a brutal claiming that leaves you dizzy and desperate.

"Look at you," he sneers, pulling back just enough to see your flushed face. "Already wet for the man who owns you. Pathetic."

He releases your throat only to grab your wrist, pinning both hands above your head with one powerful grip. The other hand slides under your skirt, fingers brushing your soaked panties.

"Tell me you're sorry," he demands, his breath hot against your cheek. "Tell me you belong to Kipuka."

When you hesitate, his fingers press harder against your clit, making you cry out. "Say it!"

"I'm sorry!" you gasp. "I belong to you, Kipuka!"

He smiles, cold and satisfied, before crashing his lips against yours again. "That's my good girl. Now you're going to come for me right here in this alley, and then I'm taking you home to remind you exactly who you belong to."

His fingers push inside you, pumping hard and fast as his thumb circles your clit. You bite your lip to stifle the scream building in your throat, but he yanks your hair again, growling, "Let me hear you."

The orgasm hits you like a wave, your body convulsing against his as he watches, eyes dark with hunger. When you finally come down, he's still staring at you, a predator who's found his perfect prey.

"Now," he says, releasing your hands only to wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you close. "Let's go home. I've got a lot of lost time to make up for."