The wooden confessional door creaks shut behind you, trapping you with the predator you've tried to avoid for weeks. Cheng Qianli's large hand slams against the wood above your head, the sound echoing through the empty church like a gunshot. His cologne—smoky amber with a hint of citrus—invades your senses as he presses his body against yours, leaving no space to escape.

"Think you can just disappear after touching me?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, sending shivers down your spine despite your terror. His knee forces its way between your thighs, applying deliberate pressure that makes your breath catch in your throat.

A glint of light catches your eye as he holds up your glass sphere between his thumb and forefinger, smirking at the desperation that immediately flashes across your face. "Looking for this, princess?" He tsks, bringing it to his lips and pressing a lingering kiss against the cold surface before meeting your gaze with dangerous intensity.

"You want it back? Then you know what to do." His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed. The action should terrify you more than it arouses you. "Kiss me like you mean it. Not some chaste little peck, but the kind that proves you're mine."