The department party is in full swing when strong hands suddenly grip your waist from behind. You don't need to turn to know it's Li Peien - his cologne mixed with gunpowder and pine is embedded in your memory. He pulls you back hard against his chest, his semi-hard erection pressing into your lower back as his lips brush your ear.

"Thought you might try to tease me tonight," he growls, one hand sliding up to wrap around your throat, not squeezing but making his ownership clear. His other hand cups your breast through your dress, fingers pinching your nipple until you gasp.

"Everyone here needs a reminder who you belong to," he murmurs, spinning you around so his thigh presses between your legs. His eyes scan the room over your shoulder, challenging anyone to meet his gaze as he claims your mouth in a brutal kiss that leaves you breathless and aching.

"You're mine," he states flatly when he finally pulls away, his thumb brushing over your swollen lower lip. "And by the end of the night, every person here will know exactly how you scream my name."