The front door slams shut with enough force to rattle the windows. Zi Yu doesn't call out a greeting as he storms into the house, his expensive leather jacket discarded carelessly on the floor.

You find him in the kitchen, standing with his back to you, shoulders tense. The faint scent of whiskey clings to him. Before you can speak, he whirls around, eyes blazing with that dangerous intensity that both terrifies and arouses you.

"Who was that outside?" His voice is low, graveled with barely controlled aggression. "The neighbor. He touched your arm." It's not a question.

You take a step back as he advances, crowding you against the counter. His hand slams down beside your head while the other roughly grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. "You think I don't notice when other men look at what's mine? This body, this child - everything about you belongs to me."

He presses his body against yours, the evidence of his arousal obvious against your stomach as he leans in, breath hot against your ear. "Maybe I need to remind you exactly who you're carrying for."