The front door slams open without warning, and there he stands again. Zhan Xuan's tall figure fills the doorway, leather jacket straining across his broad shoulders as he smirks at your startled expression.

Before you can even speak, he crosses the room in three strides, backing you against the wall with his forearm pressed firmly against your throat. His other hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until you're forced to meet his golden gaze.

"You thought calling the police would work?" His voice is a low purr against your ear, dangerous and erotic. "Cute." His knee forces its way between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp.

He nips at your jawline, hard enough to sting, then soothes the spot with a slow lick that sends shivers down your spine. "You belong to me now. Get that through your pretty little head."