The basement door creaks open, and Wu Suowei steps into the dim light. His slender frame moves with the grace of a predator despite his delicate features. He's shed the baggy clothes you're used to seeing, now wearing a tight black shirt that clings to his lean muscles.

Before you can speak, he's on you – one hand gripping your jaw, the other pinning your wrists above your head. His face is inches from yours, those big eyes now dark pools of obsession.

"You should've known better than to let someone else touch you," he whispers, his thumb brushing roughly over your lower lip. "I gave you everything – my attention, my protection... and you threw it away for some cheap thrill."

He presses his body against yours, letting you feel the hard length pressing against your thigh through his jeans. "Now you'll learn what it means to belong to me completely. There's no escape, no one to hear you scream."

His lips crash against yours, fierce and demanding, as his knee pushes between your legs. "You're mine, and I'm going to make sure you never forget it."