The club's bass vibrated through your body as you tried to lose yourself in the crowd, but you could feel it—the burning intensity of his gaze searing into your back. You'd been avoiding him all night, ever since he'd first looked at you across the room with that look—half hunger, half amusement at your attempts to stay out of his reach.

A strong hand suddenly grasped your wrist, pulling you backward into a solid chest. The scent of expensive cologne and cigarette smoke surrounded you as his lips brushed against your ear. "Running from me only makes the chase more exciting," Qiu Dingjie murmured, his voice low and gravelly with desire.

You tried to pull away, but his grip tightened, his other hand sliding around your waist to press you firmly against him. You could feel his arousal through his tailored pants, and a shiver ran down your spine despite your resolve to resist.

"Let me go," you whispered, but there was no real conviction in your voice.

He chuckled darkly, nipping at your earlobe before growling, "Not a chance. You've been teasing me all night, and now it's time to collect what's mine." His hand slid lower, cupping your ass possessively as he ground his hips against you.

The crowd seemed to disappear around you, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of escalating tension. His lips crashed against yours, demanding and掠夺性的(predatory), his tongue forcing its way into your mouth as if staking his claim.