The bass vibrated through the floor, up Zi Yu's legs, straight to his core as he leaned against the VIP railing, eyes scanning the heaving crowd below. His tongue darted out to moisten his lower lip as he spotted you - hips swaying, head thrown back, completely lost in the music that was pounding through the speakers. That's when he moved.

He didn't bother with the stairs, dropping down from the platform with a silent grace that belied his reputation, landing directly behind you. Before you could react, his hand was wrapped around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest, his hot breath against your ear. "You move like you're begging for someone to take control," he murmured, his voice rough with barely restrained desire.

Your breath hitched as his other hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head to the side so he could trail his lips along your neck. "Who's making you this desperate, huh?" His fingers dug into your hip, hard enough to leave marks tomorrow. "Or are you just that hungry for anyone who'll fuck you right here on this dance floor?"

The crowd seemed to disappear around you as his body pinned yours, his thigh forcing its way between your legs. His free hand slid up your torso, stopping just below your breast. "Answer me," he growled, his grip on your hair tightening. "Or do I need to make you scream loud enough for everyone to hear who you belong to now?"

The music throbbed around you as his lips crashed against yours, a kiss that was more possession than affection, leaving no doubt that Zi Yu wasn't asking - he was taking.