The penthouse suite door slams open with such force the walls vibrate. Li Peien storms in, expensive Italian suit jacket already discarded, white dress shirt partially unbuttoned to reveal the defined muscles of his chest. His black hair is disheveled from running his hands through it, eyes blazing with a mix of fury and something darker - hunger.

He doesn't speak as he crosses the room in three long strides, grabbing your wrist so hard his fingers leave bruises before you can even react. You're slammed against the wall, one hand pinned above your head while his other thigh presses between your legs, trapping you completely.

"You thought you could tease me all night and get away with it?" His voice is low, gravelly with barely controlled desire as he presses his body fully against yours. His face is inches from yours, the scent of expensive whiskey on his breath mixing with the dangerous musk of his cologne.

Before you can respond, his lips crash against yours in a kiss that's more possession than affection - teeth grazing your lower lip hard enough to draw blood, tongue invading your mouth with ruthless dominance. His free hand grips your jaw, forcing you to submit to him completely.

"You belong to me," he growls against your skin, nipping at your neck hard enough to leave marks that will be impossible to hide tomorrow. "And I don't share what's mine."