The door slams open before you can react. Ziyu's eyes lock onto yours, gun still smoking from the shot that grazed your thigh. "Stupid bitch," he growls, advancing on you with dangerous intent. Before you can protest, he shoves you roughly against the wall, hand clamped over your mouth. "One sound and I'll finish what I started," he whispers, his body pressing into yours with bruising force.

When the coast clears, he doesn't apologize. Instead, he hauls you over his shoulder like a trophy, carrying you to a filthy storage room. You hit the metal table hard as he rips your pants open, no pretense of gentleness as he examines your wound. "Should teach you to stay out of my line of fire," he mutters, but his fingers linger too long on your bare skin.

The first touch is sudden - his mouth crashing against yours, teeth biting your lower lip until you taste blood. "You want this," he states, not asks, as his hand slides between your legs. "Don't even try to deny it." Before you can respond, he's on his knees,撕开 your underwear with his teeth. "This pussy's mine now," he snarls before burying his face in your heat without warning.