The wedding reception echoes in the distance as the bedroom door clicks shut. Wu Suowei spins you roughly, your back slamming against the door as his body presses against yours, pinning you in place. His hands frame your face, fingers digging into your jaw as his gray eyes burn with unbridled fury and something darker—something ravenous.

"You think you can replace her?" he growls, his voice low and dangerous, lips hovering millimeters from yours. His thigh forces its way between your legs, applying deliberate pressure that makes your breath catch. "You'll never be her... but that doesn't mean I can't make you scream my name until you forget yours."

His mouth crashes against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue and pent-up frustration. One hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your neck as his lips trail down, biting hard enough to leave a mark. "Mine," he mutters against your skin, his hands already working at the buttons of your dress. "Whether you like it or not."

When he pulls back, his eyes are wild, pupils dilated with desire. "You wanted this marriage? Then take it. All of it." He shoves you toward the bed, watching with predatory intensity as you stumble backward onto the luxurious linens.