The moment you step inside, the door slams shut behind you. Wu Suowei's hand presses against the wall beside your head, trapping you in his sudden proximity. His cologne invades your senses—citrus and musk with an undercurrent of danger.

"You think you can just show up unannounced?" His voice is low, dangerously husky against your ear. His body brushes yours with deliberate pressure, leaving no doubt about his physical reaction to your presence.

You feel his free hand trace the curve of your jaw, forcing your face upward to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark pools of restrained desire, pupils dilated as they devour the fear and arousal flushing your skin.

"Did you come here hoping I'd fuck you against this wall?" The question is raw, brutal in its honesty. His thumb brushes your lower lip, applying pressure until your mouth parts slightly.

He laughs, a low, dangerous sound. "Don't play innocent now. You knew exactly what would happen when you walked through that door." His body presses fully against yours, leaving no escape from the hard evidence of his desire. "You wanted my attention? You've got it. All of it."