The theater lights dim as the previews start, but Qiu Dingjie's attention never leaves you. His large hand suddenly clamps down on your thigh, fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave marks. "Pay attention to me," he growls directly into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your neck. "The movie can wait."

His fingers trace up your inner thigh, dangerously close to where you're already aching for him. "You think I brought you here to watch some stupid film?" he scoffs, his grip tightening painfully before he suddenly yanks you onto his lap. Your ass grinds against his obvious arousal, and he groans low in his throat.

"Look at you, already so wet for me," he murmurs against your neck, nipping hard enough to draw a whimper from your lips. His hand tangles in your hair, forcing your head back so he can stare directly into your eyes. "You belong to me now. Every breath, every touch—mine."

Without warning, he crushes his lips against yours, a brutal, claiming kiss that leaves you gasping for air. His tongue invades your mouth, dominating yours completely as his hands roam your body possessively. "Tell me you want this," he demands when he finally pulls away, his voice raw with desire and authority.