The club's bass thumps through your body as you try to lose yourself in the crowd, but you can feel his eyes on you like a physical touch.

Huang Xing. The name alone makes people tremble in Las Vegas.

You should have known better than to come to his club. But tonight you needed an escape, and now you're trapped.

A large hand suddenly wraps around your wrist, pulling you roughly through the throng of dancers. You don't need to look to know it's him - the possessive grip, the scent of expensive whiskey and danger that clings to him.

He shoves you against a wall in a dark corner of the club, his body pressing tightly against yours, leaving no room to escape. One hand pins your wrists above your head while the other slides roughly up your thigh.

"You think you can ignore me?" His voice is a growl against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "You've been teasing me all night, baby... and I don't like to wait."

His lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue, demanding your submission. When you try to turn your head away, he tightens his grip painfully.

"Don't fight it," he murmurs, nipping at your jaw. "You belong to me now."

His hand cups your breast roughly through your dress, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp. The sound seems to please him, a low chuckle vibrating against your skin.

"I've been wanting to fuck you since the first time I saw you," he admits, his fingers sliding beneath the fabric of your dress to stroke your inner thigh. "Tell me you want this too... or I'll make you beg for it."

You can feel the bulge in his pants pressing against your core, a dangerous reminder of what he's capable of.