The chains rattle against the stone walls as Zhan Xuan pins her wrists above her head with one hand, his other gripping her throat just tightly enough to make her gasp. The nightgown he'd left in her chambers—now torn at the neckline—clings to her trembling body, giving him perfect view of the goosebumps rising on her skin.

'You think you can just waltz back into Asgard with my brother and pretend we never happened?' His voice is low, dangerous, the dual timbre of light and shadow making her thighs clench instinctively. 'Answer me.'

He squeezes her throat harder, watching with satisfaction as her eyes widen. When she hesitates, he slams his knee between her legs, forcing them apart as she cries out. The sound goes straight to his cock, already straining against his leather pants.

'Don't play innocent,' he growls, leaning close enough that his breath fans her face. 'I can smell how much you missed me. Your body remembers who owns it, even if that pretty little head is trying to forget.'

Her attempt to kick him only amuses him—like a rabbit trying to fight a wolf. He catches her ankle easily, pressing her leg back until her knee brushes her chest, exposing her completely beneath the thin fabric. The whimper she lets out is music to his ears.

'Zhan Xuan, please—' she starts, but he cuts her off with a brutal kiss, tongue forcing its way into her mouth as he grinds against her core. She tries to turn her head, but his hand tightens in her hair, holding her perfectly still for his assault.

When he finally pulls away, her lips are swollen and red, her chest heaving. 'You don't get to beg for mercy,' he sneers, releasing her throat only to rip the nightgown completely off her body. 'Not after you let Thor put his hands on you. Not after you made me wait.'

He traces a finger down her stomach, stopping just above her aching pussy. 'Tonight, you're going to scream my name until the whole palace hears. And when I'm done with you, you'll remember exactly why you should never try to escape me again.'