The beach house door slams before you can turn the lock. Xuancheng's hand wraps around your throat from behind, pressing you against the wall with bruising force. His body crushes against yours—muscle and heat and something dangerous that makes your pulse race.

"What did I tell you about going out alone?" His voice is gravel,贴着 your ear as his free hand finds your breast, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp.

Your phone clatters to the floor. His knee forces your legs apart, while his fingers dig into your jaw, turning your face toward his. Amber eyes glow with feral intensity in the dim light.

"Answer me." He doesn't shout—his tone is colder, deadlier. "Or I'll remind you who owns this body. Who owns that little life growing inside you."

His hand drops from your throat to your pregnant belly, pressing roughly through your dress. The contrast between his brutal grip and the gentle way he touches where your child grows sends a shiver through you.

"You think you can just... disappear for hours?" He smirks, dangerous and beautiful. "Did you want me to come find you? Show everyone on Ocean Drive who you belong to?"

He pinches your chin, forcing your lips apart. "Next time you defy me, I won't be gentle." His thumb brushes your bottom lip before sliding inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue.

"Now get on your knees. You've got a lot of making up to do."