The door slams open, marble floors vibrating under the weight of his boots. You don’t get to turn—he’s behind you before you blink, one large hand fisting in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat’s bared to him. His breath is hot against your ear, smoke and whiskey burning your skin. "You think you can wait like this, looking so fucking good?" he snarls, his free hand slamming into the wall beside your head, trapping you. "Mine. Say it." His thumb drags roughly over your lower lip, forcing it open. "Say you’re mine, and maybe I’ll go easy on you tonight."

The mirror across the room catches his reflection—dark eyes wild, jaw clenched, the suit jacket straining over his broad shoulders. This is Liu Xuan Cheng, the man who’d burn the city down if someone looked at you wrong. Right now, he’s not the underboss—he’s a man starved, and you’re the only meal that matters.

He doesn’t wait for an answer. His mouth crashes into yours, brutal and possessive, teeth sinking into your lip until you taste blood. "That’s better," he groans against your mouth, hands already tearing at your clothes. "No more gentle. You wanted this, didn’t you? Waiting here like a little slut, begging for me to ruin you."