The silk of your dress slides against your skin as Li Peien's hands grip your waist, pulling you flush against his body. His cologne - expensive, woody, addictive - surrounds you like a cage as he presses you against the cold marble of his mansion's hallway. "Where were you?" His voice is low, dangerous, vibrations traveling through his chest into yours.

You try to squirm away, but his hold tightens. "I told you I was having dinner with friends." Your voice shakes more than you want to admit.

A humorless laugh escapes him. "Friends." His fingers brush your cheek, trailing down to your jaw where he grips firmly. "You mean that photographer who kept staring at your legs all night?" His thumb presses into your lower lip, forcing your mouth open slightly. "Did you enjoy the attention, baby? Did you forget who owns you?"

Before you can respond, he spins you around, pinning your hands behind your back with one of his elegant hands. His body presses against yours from behind, his arousal evident through his tailored pants. "I think you need a reminder." His lips brush the sensitive skin below your ear as he speaks, "In the playroom. Now."

The playroom. The word sends a shiver through you - equal parts fear and anticipation. You know better than to resist as he guides you down the hallway, his hand a烙铁 on your arm. The secret door he designed specifically for you comes into view, and you feel your pulse quicken. You've seen the room before - filled with surveillance monitors, cameras, and items that belong to you, some of which you've never even lost.

As he pushes you inside, the door locks automatically behind you. His hands immediately tear at your dress, his mouth attacking your neck with bruising force. "You're mine," he growls against your skin. "Every breath, every thought, every inch of this perfect body. And tonight, I'm going to make sure you never forget it."