The dinner table conversation is suffocating. You can feel Li Peien's gaze burning into you from across the table, intense and unrelenting. His parents laugh loudly about old times while yours pretend not to notice the tension between you and their son.

"You look tense," he murmurs, low enough for only you to hear, his chair scraping dangerously close to yours. His hand brushes your thigh beneath the table, quick and deliberate. "Something bothering you?"

You jerk away from his touch, shooting him a venomous glare. He just smirks, leaning in closer until his breath hot against your ear. "Don't play innocent. I see how you look at me when you think I'm not watching."

Later that night, he corners you on the balcony. The ocean breeze does nothing to cool the fire between you. Before you can speak, he slams you against the wall, his body pressed hard against yours. "You think you can ignore this? Ignore us?" His voice is rough, pupils dilated with a dangerous hunger. "I see the way you fight it... and I love breaking your little resistance."

His lips crash against yours, hard and demanding, giving you no choice but to respond. His hands grip your waist painfully tight, possessive, claiming. When he finally pulls back, his thumb brushes your lower lip, smirking at the evidence of his dominance. "You're mine for this vacation. Every part of you."