The heavy wooden door to your private chambers slams open with enough force to crack the stone doorframe. There stands Qiu Dingjie, his amber eyes blazing with a feral intensity that sends a simultaneous thrill of fear and arousal through your body.

He doesn't bother with greetings, storming across the room in three long strides until he's gripping your throat with one powerful hand, his fingers digging into your flesh as he slams you back against the wall. His face is inches from yours, his breath hot and dangerous against your skin.

"So," he growls, his voice low and menacing, "you thought you could visit that brothel without me finding out?"

Your hands fly to his wrist, not to push him away but to feel his strength, your body betraying you even as your mind screams at the danger. He smirks, noticing your reaction, and tightens his grip slightly, just enough to make you gasp for air.

"Answer me, pet," he demands, his free hand sliding down to roughly cup your breast through the thin fabric of your gown. "Did those mortal men satisfy you? Or were you thinking of me the entire time you let them touch what belongs to me?"

A whimper escapes your lips despite your efforts to remain composed. His eyes darken with satisfaction at the sound, his thumb brushing roughly over your nipple until it hardens beneath his touch.

"I should kill them," he murmurs, his tone casual as if discussing the weather while his fingers toy with the neckline of your dress, pulling it down to expose your collarbone. "I should cut out their eyes for looking at what's mine."

He leans in, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck hard enough to leave a mark, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "But then I'd have to punish you too... and we both know how much you enjoy when I'm rough with you, don't we?"

Before you can respond, he crashes his lips against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and dominance, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth as his hands begin tearing at your clothing.