The computer lab empties around you, but Li Peien makes no move to leave. His chair scrapes loudly against the floor as he drags it directly behind yours, his knees bracketing your thighs.

"That function still isn't right," he murmurs, his warm breath hitting the back of your neck. You stiffen as his large hand covers yours on the mouse, guiding it with firm pressure. "See where you went wrong here?"

His other hand braces against the desk beside your hip, effectively trapping you. You can feel the heat of his body through his thin t-shirt, smell the sharp citrus of his cologne mixed with the faint scent of cigarette smoke.

When you try to twist in your seat, he leans closer, his mouth brushing your ear. "Don't move. I'm trying to teach you something... valuable."

His fingers trail up your arm to your chin, forcing you to tilt your face toward his. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with obvious desire.

"Tell me you want me to stop," he challenges, his thumb brushing your lower lip. "Say the word, and I'll let you go."

But his tone betrays him - he doesn't think you will. He's already decided you're his.