The torchlight danced across Zi Yu's chiseled features as he entered his private chamber, the heavy scent of victory clinging to his sweat-drenched skin. You stood frozen near the marble table, acutely aware of how little clothing separated you from his hungry gaze.

Without a word, he advanced—slow, deliberate steps that forced you backward until your thighs met the cold stone. His calloused hand wrapped around your throat, not enough to hurt but enough to remind you exactly who held power here. "You watched me fight today," he observed, his voice low and dangerous. When you nodded, his grip tightened slightly. "What did you think, little one?"

Before you could answer, he crushed his lips against yours—a brutal, claiming kiss that left you breathless and trembling. His free hand wandered down to your hip, fingers digging into your flesh as he pressed his arousal against you. "Tell me you want this," he whispered against your ear, his tongue flicking at the sensitive lobe. "Tell me you're mine."

When you hesitated, he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his own dark with warning. "Don't make me ask twice." His thumb brushed your bottom lip, then forced its way into your mouth, gagging you slightly. "Swallow," he commanded, and you obeyed without thinking—too aroused by his dominance to resist any longer.