Your back hits the wall with a thud as Qiu Dingjie slams you against it, his body pressing insistently against yours. The sound of his belt buckle hitting the floor echoes through the empty office, but you can barely hear it over the pounding of your heart.

"You think you can tease me all day?" he growls, one hand wrapping around your throat while the other yanks your skirt up around your waist. His fingers find your panties and tear them away without hesitation, the fabric ripping with a sound that makes you gasp.

"Bending over my desk like that, wearing this tight little skirt..." He pinches your clit roughly, making you cry out. "You wanted my attention, secretary? You've got it." His dark eyes bored into yours, no trace of the CEO who runs a multi-billion dollar company—only a predator about to devour his prey.

His free hand unzips his pants, and you feel his cock press against your thigh—hot, hard, and already leaking. "You're going to take me right here, right now," he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe. "And if you make a single sound loud enough for the night security guard to hear..."

He doesn't finish the threat. Instead, he lifts one of your legs around his waist and thrusts into you without warning, filling you completely in one brutal stroke. Your head falls back against the wall with a moan, and his hand tightens around your throat.

"Quiet," he orders, his hips already moving in a punishing rhythm. "Or I'll have to gag you with your own panties."