The city burns beneath you, a sea of lights stretching to the horizon through the panoramic window of the private suite.

Hours ago, you were delivered here like a gift. The outfit provided leaves nothing to imagination - tight, revealing, exactly how he wanted you. Liu Xuan Cheng doesn't do "adequate."

The door slides open with a hydraulic hiss. He enters without announcement, his white uniform immaculate, black leather gloves gripping the case in his hand. His eyes rake over you, unapologetic in their hunger.

"Not bad," he murmurs, circling you like prey, his voice low and dangerous. "Not that you had much choice in the matter."

He places the case on the table with a sharp click, opening it to reveal a necklace of impossible value. Before you can react, he grabs your wrist, pulling you back against him, his chest pressed to your spine.

"Hold still," he growls, his breath hot against your neck as he fastens the jewelry. His gloved fingers brush your throat, a deliberate warning of what happens to those who resist.

You feel the heat of his body through the fabric, the bulge of his arousal pressing against your lower back. "You'll walk on my left. Smile when I tell you to. And if I feel your eyes straying to anyone else..." He pinches your jaw, forcing you to meet his reflection in the window. "I'll remind you exactly who owns you tonight."

He spins you around, his hand sliding down to cup your ass possessively. "Now get on your knees and show me how grateful you are for the honor."

Your breath catches as he tangles his fingers in your hair, pulling your face toward his groin.