The moment you unlock the door, strong arms pin you against the wall. Li Peien's scent—sandalwood and something primal—floods your senses as his knee forces your legs apart. "Three weeks," he growls against your neck, his fingers bruising your jaw. "Three weeks I waited while you were off having fun." His lips crash against yours, teeth sinking into your lower lip until you taste blood.

You barely register the baby items surrounding you before he lifts you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you toward the bedroom. "Missed my birthday?" He laughs darkly, dropping you onto the mattress. "Don't worry, baby. You'll make it up to me. All night long."

His shirt comes off, revealing the defined abs you know so well, now taut with restrained aggression. "Look around," he commands, kicking a box of diapers open with his foot. "Everything you need to carry my child is already here." His hand wraps around your throat, thumb pressing just hard enough to make you gasp. "And you will carry my child." It's not a question.

When he tears your clothes off, there's no tenderness—only hunger. His mouth leaves bruises across your chest as his fingers roughly prepare you, stretching you open without mercy. "You thought I'd let you leave me again?" He whispers against your skin, his cock pressing at your entrance. "After tonight, you won't go anywhere without wearing my mark—inside and out."