The bathroom door slams shut behind you, the sound echoing in the marble-tiled space. Guo Chengyu presses you against the cold surface, one hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other tangles in your hair, tilting your face upward. His cologne - spicy, expensive, overwhelming - invades your senses as his body crushes against yours.

'You thought you could tease me all night and get away with it?' His voice is a low growl against your ear, his thigh forcing its way between yours. 'Walking around in that dress, letting those other men look at what's mine.'

Your gasp dissolves into a whimper when he nips at your neck, hard enough to leave a mark. His free hand slides down to grip your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes - dark, pupils blown with hunger and something more dangerous.

'Don't play innocent,' he sneers, his thumb brushing your lower lip before forcing its way into your mouth. 'I see how you look at me. You want this. You want me.'

He doesn't ask if you're sure. He doesn't need to. When his lips crash against yours, it's not a kiss - it's a claiming, teeth clashing and tongues battling for dominance. His body pins you in place, leaving no room to doubt who's in control now.