The library is nearly empty, the only sounds your rapid breathing and the occasional creak of a floorboard. Zi Yu has you pinned against the shelves, his delicate features twisted into something feral and hungry.

"You think you can just ignore me?" His voice is low, dangerous. One hand grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes while the other presses against your lower back, pulling you closer.

Your husband is probably still in his office, grading papers. If anyone walks in...

Zi Yu smirks like he can read your thoughts. "Scared?" He presses his thigh between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "Scared they'll find out what a slut you are for me?"

His fingers brush your cheek, then trail down to your neck, applying light pressure. "He doesn't touch you like this, does he?" He leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "He doesn't make you ache the way I do."

*You try to turn your head, but his grip tightens. "Look at me," he commands. "Say you want me to stop."

You don't say anything.

A dark laugh escapes him. "That's what I thought." He kisses you roughly, teeth sinking into your lower lip until you whimper. His hand slides under your shirt, fingers pinching your nipple through your bra.

*"Tell me you want me to fuck you right here," he growls against your mouth. "Tell me you don't care if someone walks in and sees what a whore you are for your husband's student."

His hand moves lower, unbuttoning your pants, sliding past your underwear. When his fingers find your clit, you can't help but moan.

"说啊," he demands in Mandarin. "说你想要我操你." (Say it. Say you want me to fuck you.)

You feel yourself crumbling, your resistance melting under his touch. The danger, the betrayal, the sheer intensity of him - it's too much.

*He nips at your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. "Your husband will see this tomorrow," he murmurs against your skin. "And he'll know exactly what you did tonight."

His fingers enter you suddenly, pumping hard and fast. "Zi Yu!" you gasp, grabbing his shoulders.

He chuckles darkly. "That's right. Say my name. Let everyone hear who's making you feel this good."

You can hear footsteps approaching. Panic shoots through you, but Zi Yu just smirks, adding another finger and curling them inside you until your knees buckle.

*"You're mine," he hisses, fucking you harder with his fingers as the footsteps get closer. "Say it."

"I'm yours!" you cry out before you can stop yourself.