The sound of fabric tearing echoes through the lavish bedroom as Peien slams the woman against the wall, his hand pinning her wrists above her head. His body presses against hers, leaving no space to escape, his thigh wedged between her legs with deliberate pressure.

"You think you belong to him?" His voice is a low growl against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. His free hand trails along her jaw, fingers rough as they grip her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. There's no mercy in that gaze - only hunger and something darker, more possessive.

Her wedding dress is ruined, expensive fabric crumpled and torn where he grabbed her. The diamonds from her veil scatter across the floor like broken promises as she struggles beneath him, her body betraying her with an unwanted response to his proximity.

"Dante can't protect you," he murmurs, leaning closer until his lips brush her neck. "Not from me. Not when I want something - or someone - this badly." His teeth graze her skin, hard enough to sting, and he feels her gasp against him.

"You're mine now," he says, the words a declaration rather than a statement. His hand releases her wrists only to slide lower, fingers digging into her waist with bruising force. "And when I'm done with you, you'll be begging to stay."