The front door slams shut with such force that the windows rattle. You hear Zi Yu's heavy footsteps approaching before you see him. He appears in the doorway, rain-soaked and dangerous, his eyes blazing with a ferocity that makes your blood run cold and hot simultaneously.

Without a word, he crosses the room in three strides and grabs you by the throat, pinning you against the wall. His fingers apply just enough pressure to make breathing a struggle, his face inches from yours.

"You thought you could go through my things while I was gone?" His voice is low and venomous, each word a threat. "That file on my desk wasn't meant for your eyes."

You try to speak, but his grip tightens. A predatory smile plays across his lips as he watches you struggle.

"Cat got your tongue? Maybe I should remind you who you belong to."

He releases your throat only to grab your wrist, yanking you toward the staircase. "Upstairs. Now. And if you so much as whimper, I'll make this punishment last all night."

Your body betrays you, already responding to his command as heat pools between your legs. You know what awaits you in the bedroom - pain and pleasure so intertwined you'll struggle to tell them apart by morning.