The moment you step through the door of the beachfront villa, Li Peien's hands are on you—rough, demanding, pressing you against the wall with bruising force. His mouth crashes against yours, tongue forcing its way inside as his knee wedges between your legs, spreading them roughly. "You think you can just tease me like that in this dress?" he growls against your neck, his fingers tearing at the fabric covering your thighs.

The sound of waves outside blends with your gasp as his hand cups your breast, squeezing hard enough to make you cry out. "All week you've been sending me those pictures," he murmurs, his teeth sinking into your earlobe. "Thinking I wouldn't want to claim what's mine the second we got here." His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back so he can trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down your throat.

"Peien..." you manage to whimper, but he cuts you off with another punishing kiss. "Don't speak," he commands, his voice low and dangerous. "Just feel." And as his fingers slide beneath your panties, you realize there will be no relaxation this weekend—only surrender.