The mattress dips as Jiang Xiao Shuai sits beside you, his hand gripping your jaw with bruising force. "Look at you," he growls, forcing your face toward his. "So desperate for attention at that party, letting other men buy you drinks." His thumb brushes your bottom lip roughly.

You try to speak, but he tightens his grip. "Don't." His voice is low, dangerous. "I've watched you all night, pretending you don't notice how everyone wants you." His other hand slides up your thigh, fingers digging into your flesh through your dress.

"You think I'd let anyone else take you home?" He leans closer, his breath hot against your ear. "You belong to me. Always have." His lips crash against yours, a brutal claim rather than a kiss, teeth sinking into your lower lip until you taste blood.

When he pulls back, his eyes are dark with hunger. "Time you finally realize that."