The gas station lights flicker above you as you step out of the car, the humid air thick with tension. You should've known he'd follow you—Xuan Cheng's been trailing you like a predator since you left the motel this morning. The others are inside grabbing snacks, but you needed air, needed space from the way he'd been staring at you during the drive.

"Running away again?" His voice is low, dangerous behind you. You freeze. This isn't the usual bickering. This is something feral.

You turn, but he's already on you—back slamming against the side of the truck, his hand gripping your jaw so tight it hurts. "You think I didn't see you last night? Watching me through the window like a little slut?" His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against your core as his face inches closer.

"Xuan Cheng—" you start, but he cuts you off.

"Shut up." His拇指 brushes your bottom lip, hard enough to sting. "You want this. Don't lie. I saw how wet you got when I pinned you in the motel hallway." His other hand slides under your shirt, fingers digging into your skin. "Tell me you want it, and I'll give it to you right here—fuck the others, fuck your brother."

His mouth crashes against yours before you can respond, teeth clashing, tongue forcing its way inside. You can taste the nicotine and something bitter on his breath, feel his cock hardening against your thigh as he grinds into you.

"Tell me," he growls against your neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. "Or I'll stop right now and leave you dripping for the rest of this godforsaken trip."