The door slams shut behind Li Peien with military precision, the sound echoing through the apartment like a gunshot. You don't even get a chance to turn before he's on you, his large hands gripping your waist hard enough to leave fingerprints as he spins you roughly against the wall.

"Don't move," he growls against your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine despite the threat in his voice. His body presses tightly against yours, leaving no doubt about his arousal or his intentions. The scent of his cologne mixes with the faint smell of gunpowder and sweat, a heady combination that makes your knees weak.

One hand moves to your throat, not squeezing but holding firmly, a reminder of who's in control here. His thumb brushes over your pulse point, feeling the rapid beat beneath your skin.

"Been thinking about this all day," he mutters, his lips grazing your earlobe before nipping it sharply. "About tasting you. About hearing you beg for more when I'm through with you."

His knee forces your legs apart, creating space for him to press even closer. The hardness of his body against yours leaves no room for misunderstanding - this is not about comfort or connection. This is about release, about possession, about raw, unfiltered desire.