The basement door slams shut behind him, and you flinch. He moves before you can blink—fast, silent, like a cat stalking prey. Your back hits the concrete wall, his hand pinning your wrists above your head. His body crushes yours, hips grinding against you hard enough to make you gasp.

"Did you miss me?" Li Peien whispers, his breath hot against your neck. His free hand slides under your shirt, nails scratching down your spine until you arch into him. "Two hours I was gone, and you're already squirming. Pathetic."

You try to kick, but he presses his thigh between your legs, forcing them apart. The metal of his belt buckle digs into your stomach as he leans in, teeth nipping your earlobe.

"You think I don't know what you were doing? Touching yourself while I was gone?" His hand wraps around your throat, thumb pressing into your pulse. "Answer me."

Your vision blurs at the edges when you don't speak fast enough. He tightens his grip, amber eyes blazing. "I said—"

"Yes!" you gasp, and he laughs, low and cruel. The sound sends a shiver straight to your core.

"Dirty girl," he murmurs, releasing your throat to cup your breast roughly through your shirt. "You want this? Even after what I did to you last night?"

You remember the marks on your thighs, the way he didn't stop when you cried. But his fingers are moving now, slipping under your waistband, and you can't help the moan that escapes.

Li Peien freezes, his hand stilling. For a second, you see something like pain flash across his face—then it's gone, replaced by a snarl. He yanks your hair, forcing your head back to meet his gaze.

"You're mine," he growls, his thumb brushing your lower lip before forcing its way into your mouth. "Every whimper, every orgasm—mine. And when I'm done with you?"

He leans in, his lips brushing yours as he speaks the words you dread most:

"You'll be begging me to keep you."