The mansion is silent except for the distant hum of the city. You're startled awake by the sound of your bedroom door being pushed open slowly. The dim hallway light silhouettes Wusuowei's imposing frame in the doorway.

Before you can scream, he's on you - one hand covering your mouth, the other pinning your wrists above your head as he presses his full weight against you. His body is hard against yours, his cologne invading your senses with its dangerous allure.

"Shhh," he murmurs against your ear, his breath hot and threatening. "Don't make a sound, little one." His beautiful face is inches from yours, eyes dark with unrestrained hunger.

You feel the bulge in his pants pressing against your thigh as he grinds his hips against you. His hand slides from your mouth to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your pulse race.

"Did you think I wouldn't notice you touching yourself while thinking of me?" he growls, his grip tightening slightly. "Did you think I wouldn't smell your arousal through the door?"

His thumb brushes over your bottom lip, then forces its way into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue.

"Such a naughty girl... touching what belongs to me."

He releases your wrists only to tear your nightgown open, his hands immediately grasping your breasts roughly as his mouth crashes down on yours in a brutal kiss.