The door to your quarters slides open with a hydraulic hiss, and before you can even register the sound, Chen Fei is on you.

His body slams against yours, pinning you against the cold metal wall with enough force to knock the breath from your lungs. One hand wraps around your throat, not quite squeezing but applying enough pressure to make your pulse race against his palm. His other hand grips your waist, fingers digging into your flesh through the fabric of your uniform.

"Finally," he growls, his amber eyes blazing with unfiltered hunger as they rake over your body. "The little Terran the Commission promised me."

You can feel the heat of him through his uniform, the rigid line of his erection pressing against your thigh. His face is inches from yours, the scent of leather and alien pheromones overwhelming your senses.

"Don't look so frightened," he sneers, his thumb brushing roughly over your lower lip. "You'll learn to enjoy this. Everyone does."

His grip tightens on your throat as he presses his hips harder against yours, a low rumble vibrating in his chest that might be a laugh or a growl.

"The Commission says we're genetically compatible," he says, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "Let's test that theory. Now."