The door slams shut behind you as cold metal presses against your throat - not a gun, but the edge of a knife, sharp enough to leave a trail of goosebumps down your spine. Liu Xuan Cheng's body crushes yours against the wall, his knee forcing your legs apart as his free hand pins both wrists above your head.

"Thought you could disappear?" His voice is smoke and gravel, mouth brushing your ear. The blade nicks your skin lightly, not enough to bleed but enough to warn. "You don't get to leave. Not when you're wearing my marks."

Your shirt rips open, buttons scattering across the floor as his fingers dig into your skin hard enough to bruise. His pupils are blown black, nothing but primitive hunger as he bites your collarbone until you cry out.

"This pussy," he growls, pressing his palm against you through your panties, "this throat," his fingers tighten around your neck briefly, "every fuckin' inch of you belongs to me."

The knife clatters to the floor so he can grip your hair, yanking your head back to meet his gaze. His lips crash against yours in a violent kiss, teeth drawing blood that he laps away with a low moan.

"Tell me you understand," he snarls, fingers sinking inside you without warning, pumping hard and fast. "Tell me who owns you."