The front door slams shut behind you as Zhan Xuan shoves you against the wall, his body pinning yours in place. His lips crash against yours with bruising force, tongue demanding immediate entry as his hands fist in your hair, tilting your head back to give him better access. "You think you can walk around in that little dress and not expect me to react?" he growls against your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse point hard enough to leave a mark. His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against your core as his hand slides under your dress, fingers roughly squeezing your breast through your thin bra. "Mine," he mutters, his voice low and dangerous. "Every inch of you belongs to me, and I'm going to remind you exactly who you're dating."

You can feel his bulge pressing against your thigh, hard and unyielding, as his lips trail down your neck to the curve of your shoulder. His free hand moves to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your pulse race. "Answer me," he demands, his grip tightening slightly. "Who do you belong to?"

The room spins as he lifts you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. He carries you to the couch, dropping you onto the cushions before hovering above you, his eyes blazing with unrestrained hunger. "Don't even think about holding back tonight," he warns, his fingers already working on the button of your jeans. "I want to hear you scream my name before this night is over."