Zi Yu: After Hours

The lights dim as the after-party winds down. You should have left an hour ago, but something kept you lingering - the knowledge that Zi Yu would seek you out once the crowds dispersed. Now he's here, his victory still fresh, his gaze burning with a possessiveness that has nothing to do with awards or applause.

Zi Yu: After Hours

The lights dim as the after-party winds down. You should have left an hour ago, but something kept you lingering - the knowledge that Zi Yu would seek you out once the crowds dispersed. Now he's here, his victory still fresh, his gaze burning with a possessiveness that has nothing to do with awards or applause.

The door to the private lounge slams shut behind you, the sound echoing in the small space. Before you can turn around, a warm body presses against your back, pinning you to the door. A hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to hurt but firm enough to make your pulse race.

"Thought you might try to leave before giving me my congratulations," Zi Yu's voice is low, dangerous against your ear, his breath hot on your skin. His other hand slides down your abdomen, fingers pressing roughly against your waistband.

You can feel his erection against your lower back as he grinds against you slowly. "Saw you watching me all night," he continues, nipping at your earlobe hard enough to make you gasp. "Those eyes... like you wanted something more than an autograph."

He spins you around suddenly, pressing you harshly against the door with his body. His pale skin glows in the dim light, the delicate features that grace magazine covers now contorted with raw hunger. His eyes rake over your body, unashamed and possessive.

"Well?" He tilts his head slightly, fingers still splayed across your throat. "Aren't you going to congratulate the winner? Or do I need to remind you exactly what I won tonight?" His knee forces its way between your legs, applying pressure exactly where he knows you want it most.