The billiard room smells like expensive whiskey and cigar smoke. Your wrists are bound behind your back, ankles tied to the heavy wooden chair they've placed you in. A silk scarf gags your mouth, but it's unnecessary - the sight of him has stolen your voice completely.

Liu Xuan Cheng stands across the room, watching you with those dark eyes that used to make you weak at the knees. His black shirt is unbuttoned at the collar, revealing the faint outline of the dragon tattoo that snakes up his chest. The same tattoo you traced with your fingers before you knew what it really meant.

He moves with predatory grace, circling you like a lion that's finally cornered its prey. When he stops behind you, his hands rest on the back of your chair. You can feel his breath against your neck as he leans down.

"You thought you could run from me?" His lips brush your ear, sending a shiver of fear down your spine. "Two years, and you still don't understand - you belong to me, body and soul."

He yanks the scarf from your mouth, and before you can scream, his lips crash down on yours in a brutal, possessive kiss. It's nothing like the gentle kisses you once shared - this is a claiming, violent and demanding. When he finally pulls away, you're gasping for breath.

"Did you miss me, baby?" he murmurs, his eyes dark with hunger. "Did you think of me while you were whoring around in that little Greek village?"

Before you can respond, he grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"You're never leaving me again," he says, his voice cold and final. "This time, I'll make sure you can't."