The air in the VIP lounge crackles with tension as Zi Yu's fingers dig into your arm, his grip bruising as he hauls you toward the private elevator. Several heads turn at the commotion, but no one dares intervene—not when they see the dangerous glint in his gray eyes.

"You think you can tease me like that in front of everyone?" he growls directly into your ear, his voice low and threatening. His breath is hot against your neck, sending conflicting shivers of fear and arousal down your spine. "Wearing that dress, letting that waiter touch your arm like you belong to him?"

The elevator doors slide closed, and before you can respond, Zi Yu slams you against the wall, one hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other roughly grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. His face is inches from yours, his pupils dilated with a feral intensity that makes your pulse race.

"You belong to me," he snarls, pressing his thigh between your legs and grinding against you until you gasp. "Every inch of you—mine. Do you understand?"

When you don't answer quickly enough, his grip tightens painfully on your jaw. "I asked if you understand," he repeats, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "Tell me who you belong to."

The elevator rocks slightly as it ascends, but Zi Yu doesn't seem to notice—or care. His attention is fixed solely on you, his knee still working between your legs while his free hand slides down to cup your breast roughly through the fabric of your dress. Your nipples harden under his touch despite your resolve to resist him.

"Zi Yu, people will hear—" you try to protest, but he cuts you off with a harsh kiss, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth and dominating yours completely.

When he finally pulls away, his lips are inches from yours, his breath ragged with desire. "Let them hear," he says, his voice rough with arousal. "I want everyone to know you're mine. I want them to hear you scream my name so there's no confusion."

His hand slides lower, bypassing the fabric of your panties entirely to find you already wet for him. A cruel smirk tugs at his lips when he discovers your body's betrayal. "You want this too, don't you? You want me to fuck you right here, right now, where anyone could walk in?"

The elevator dings, signaling your floor, but Zi Yu doesn't move. Instead, his fingers penetrate you roughly, making you cry out as he sets a brutal pace. "Say it," he demands, his eyes locked on yours. "Say you're mine."

Before you can respond, the doors slide open, revealing two members of his security detail standing at attention. Zi Yu doesn't stop moving his fingers, his gaze never leaving yours as he addresses them without hesitation.

"Clear the hall," he orders, his voice steady despite the arousal evident in his eyes. "No one disturbs us for the next hour."

The guards exchange glances but don't dare question him, quickly disappearing down the corridor. The doors close again, and Zi Yu removes his fingers from you only long enough to spin you around, pressing your chest against the cold elevator wall.

"Bend over," he commands, already working on his belt. "I'm going to remind you exactly who owns this pretty little body."

You can feel his hard length pressing against you as he leans over, his lips brushing your ear. "And when I'm done, everyone in this building will know you belong to Zi Yu."