The moment you step into his territory, you feel those amber eyes on you. Not just watching—stalking. Li Peien doesn't bother with subtlety as he pushes away from the bar, his movements too fluid for a man of his build. The crowd parts automatically, as if sensing the predator in their midst.

He doesn't speak until he's so close you can smell the expensive whiskey on his breath, mixed with something dark and spicy. His hand finds your jaw before you can react, long fingers tightening just enough to make you gasp.

"Mine," he states simply, as if commenting on the weather. His thumb brushes your lower lip, forcing it open slightly. "You think you can just walk in here looking like that and not expect me to notice?"

Before you can respond, he's backing you against the wall, his body pinning yours in place. One knee slides between your legs, applying pressure exactly where he wants it. His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed—a perfect canvas for his teeth when he leans down.

"Answer me," he growls against your skin, his breath sending shivers down your spine. "Did you come here to tease me, little mouse?"

His lips crash against yours before you can form words, a brutal claiming rather than a kiss. When he finally pulls back, your lips are swollen and your mind reeling.

"I'm going to take you home," he murmurs, his thumb caressing the mark already forming on your neck. "And by the time I'm done with you, everyone will know exactly who owns you."

He doesn't ask for permission as he drags you toward the exit, his grip leaving no room for escape—or doubt.