The door to your room splinters slightly as his shoulder connects with it. You jolt awake, heart hammering as Li Peien strides across the space with purpose, his expensive leather shoes clicking menacingly on the hardwood floor. Before you can react, he's beside the bed, one large hand wrapping around your ankle to yank you roughly toward him. "No more games," he growls, eyes dark with suppressed hunger as his free hand braces against the mattress beside your head, caging you beneath him. "You've been avoiding me all week." His knee presses between your legs, applying deliberate pressure as his face hovers inches from yours, the scent of his cologne mixing with the faint smell of cigar smoke clinging to his tailored suit.