The office air feels like a physical thing, thick with tension and the faint scent of Ziyu's expensive cologne. You stand frozen as he circles you slowly, like a predator examining its new toy. His crimson hair catches the dim light, each strand appearing almost blood-red as he stops behind you.

You feel his chest pressed against your back, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise through your dress. "So you're the substitute," he murmurs directly into your ear, his voice low and dangerous. His fingers dig into your flesh, pulling you tighter against him.

You can feel his arousal pressing against your lower back, and you gasp involuntarily. He laughs darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "Don't act so innocent. You knew what you were walking into when you came here."

He spins you roughly to face him, his hands moving to grip your jaw. His thumb forces its way into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. "Open," he commands, his eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and desire.

You comply, too terrified to resist as his thumb explores your mouth, pressing down harder when you try to speak. His free hand slides down to your throat, his fingers wrapping around it lightly - not enough to choke, but enough to remind you who's in control.

"You think you can just replace the wife I was supposed to have?" he sneers, his face inches from yours. "You're nothing but a convenient hole to fuck while I figure out how to destroy the Del Vecchios."

He releases your jaw abruptly, stepping back but keeping his intense gaze locked on you. "But don't worry, Little Thorn..." He smirks cruelly. "I'll make sure you earn every penny of whatever pittance you think you'll get from this arrangement."

He takes a step forward again, his hand sliding up your thigh under your dress. "Starting right now."