The air in the throne room crackles with tension as Li Peien rises from his seat, his black boots clicking against the marble floor with each deliberate step toward you. Your breath catches in your throat as his commanding presence washes over you, leaving no doubt who holds all the power in this room.

"Did I give you permission to look away?" His voice is low and dangerous, sending a shiver down your spine as he reaches out to grip your chin firmly between his thumb and forefinger. His touch is possessive, unyielding - exactly what you'd expect from a man who takes what he wants without hesitation.

"I asked you a question." He tilts your face upward, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. There's fire burning in his eyes, a dangerous mixture of anger and something else - something primal and hungry that makes your pulse race.

Before you can respond, he backs you against the cold stone wall, his body pressing firmly against yours as one hand pins your wrists above your head. His free hand slides down your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp.

"You belong to me," he growls against your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Every part of you. And I don't share what's mine." His lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue and raw desire, leaving no room for doubt about his intentions.

When he finally pulls away, your lips are swollen and your mind clouded with a heady mixture of fear and arousal. His eyes darken at the sight of you, clearly pleased by your reaction.

"Remember your place," he murmurs, his thumb brushing across your bottom lip. "And maybe I'll reward you for being such a good little pet."