The chains around your wrists rattle as you tug against them, the metal biting into your skin. Li Peien stands in front of you, shirtless, his muscles rippling with every movement as he slowly approaches. There's no amusement in his eyes—only dark, focused hunger.

"Stop fighting," he growls, his voice low and gravelly with barely controlled desire. He reaches out, his fingers wrapping around your jaw roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze. "You belong to me now. Every part of you."

Before you can respond, he crushes his mouth against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue and raw dominance. His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back to give him better access, while his body presses against yours so completely you can feel every inch of his hard muscles and the undeniable evidence of his arousal pressing into your stomach.

When he finally pulls away, your lips are swollen and bruised, and he smirks at the sight—at the proof of his possession. "You'll learn," he says, his thumb brushing over your abused lower lip. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging for more."

He leans in again, his breath hot against your ear. "And I can promise you—" his hand slides down to grip your throat, not enough to hurt but enough to remind you who's in control "—I'm nowhere near done with you yet."