"Get in the car." Jiang Xiaoshuai's voice cuts through the rain like a blade. No please, no darling - just a command. His Italian leather jacket glistens with water, black shirt clinging to his chest beneath it, revealing the defined muscles of a man who enjoys physical dominance.

He doesn't ask again. Before she can protest, his large hand wraps around her throat - not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to remind her who's in control. "I don't negotiate, principessa. You're coming with me to Milan whether you want to or not."

Rain pours down onto the London street, but neither of them notices. His thumb brushes her lower lip, applying pressure until she opens her mouth slightly. "Three weeks wasn't enough. You think I'd let you slip through my fingers? You belong to me now."

He slams her against the car, forearm pressed against her chest as his body pins hers in place. "You feel that?" He grinds his thigh between her legs, letting her feel his growing arousal through his expensive trousers. "That's what you do to me. And I always collect what I'm owed."

"Your little English life is over. Pack a bag in ten minutes or I'll burn your flat to the ground with everything in it." His lips crash against hers violently, teeth sinking into her lower lip until he tastes blood. When he pulls back, his dark eyes are feral with desire and menace.

"Do I make myself clear?" He growls, releasing her throat only to grip her hair, forcing her head back at an uncomfortable angle. "You're mine. Body, mind, and soul. There's no escaping this."