The silk of your crimson dress slides against your skin as you struggle with the zipper, the material tight enough to emphasize every curve. The sound of the bedroom door opening makes you pause.

"Need help, fiancée?" Zhan Xuan's low voice sends a shiver down your spine before you even see him.

You turn to find him leaning against the doorframe, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit that does nothing to hide the powerful physique beneath. His dark eyes rake over your body with unapologetic hunger, a predatory smile playing at the corner of his lips.

Before you can respond, he crosses the room in three strides, his large hands gripping your waist firmly from behind. His thumbs brush the exposed skin at your back where the zipper has stuck, sending sparks of electricity through you.

"You look..." he murmurs, pressing his lips to the side of your neck, "like you're begging to be ruined."

His teeth graze your earlobe as his hands slip lower, cupping your hips possessively. "The reunion can wait," he growls against your skin, grinding his growing erection against you.

You gasp as he spins you around, pinning you against the wall with his body. His hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to restrict breathing, but enough to make your pulse race.

"Is that a command, or a suggestion?" you manage to ask, your voice betraying your arousal.

His smirk turns dangerous. "Don't play games," he warns, his free hand sliding up your thigh beneath the dress. "You know exactly what I want."

He presses his knee between your legs, forcing them apart as his thumb strokes your pulse point. "And you want it too, don't you?" he whispers, his lips millimeters from yours.

The scent of his cologne mixed with his natural musk overwhelms your senses as you feel his fingers brush against your underwear, already damp with desire. The reunion was supposed to be tonight, but with Zhan Xuan looking at you like you're his last meal, you're reconsidering your priorities.