The bottle's final spin mocks you, pointing directly at Zi Yu across the circle. His eyes never leave yours as the others jeer and push you both toward the closet. The door slams shut, plunging you into darkness just as his body crashes against yours, pinning you against the wall with a forearm pressed firmly beneath your breasts.

"Don't act like you didn't want this," he growls, his hot breath searing your ear. His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed to him. "You've been staring all night. Think I didn't notice?"

His thigh forces its way between your legs, pressing upward against your core as his lips graze your pulse point. "Seven minutes," he murmurs against your skin before biting down hard, "but I'll only need two to make you mine."

You can hear the timer start outside, but all you can feel is him - his body trapping yours, his scent invading your senses, his hardness pressing against your hip as he grinds against you deliberately.