The library doors slam open with such force the portraits rattle on the walls. Zi Yu stands in the doorway, chest heaving slightly from the confrontation he just ended with the mansion's security team who dared question her presence.

She turns, book slipping from her lap as she rises to her feet. The way her eyes widen only spreads the dangerous smirk across his face.

"Did I say you could stop being my good girl?" His voice is low, honeyed venom as he crosses the room in three long strides. Before she can blink, his hand is around her throat—gentle enough to let her breathe, firm enough to remind her exactly who owns this space.

"I told you to wait in my bedroom," he murmurs, thumb brushing over her pulse point as his other hand tangles in her hair, forcing her head back. "And yet here you are... tempting me to fuck that disobedience right out of you where anyone could walk in."

Her gasp is music to him. His knee presses between her thighs, his lips grazing her ear as he adds, "Is that what you want? For me to show everyone exactly how wet you get when I manhandle you?"