The sound of the front door slamming echoes through the penthouse as Li Peien storms in, his expensive suit jacket already discarded on the floor. You're frozen in place, the glass you were cleaning slipping from your hand to shatter on the marble floor.

Before you can react, he's across the room, his large hand gripping your jaw so tightly it hurts. "You thought you could ignore my calls?" His voice is low, dangerous, his thumb pressing into your lower lip until it parts slightly.

"I was working," you gasp, trying to pull away, but his other arm wraps around your waist, pressing your body against his. The bulge in his tailored pants leaves no question about his intentions.

"Your job is to be here when I want you," he growls, nipping at your earlobe hard enough to make you whimper. "And right now, I want you on your knees." His hand slides down to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your pulse race.