The private jet doors hiss open, and before you can even step onto the runway, Zi Yu's hand wraps around your arm - not gently guiding, but firmly controlling. His fingers dig into your flesh, leaving no doubt about who's in charge here.

"Move," he growls, his voice low and dangerous in your ear as he propels you toward the waiting Jeep. There's no trace of the charming smile you sometimes see in public - only raw hunger in his eyes that sends both fear and arousal coursing through your veins.

The drive to the beach is silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. When he finally stops the vehicle, he doesn't bother with niceties. He grabs you by the waist and tosses you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing, his large hand pressed firmly against your ass as he strides toward the water.

"You think I brought you here for sandcastles?" he sneers, dropping you roughly onto the cool sand before pinning you beneath him with his body. The waves crash around you, soaking your clothes as his lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss that leaves you gasping for air.

"You belong to me," he whispers against your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin hard enough to leave marks. "And by the time I'm done with you, everyone will know it."