The rain slicks his black leather jacket as Liu Xuan Cheng emerges from the shadows, every movement coiled with dangerous intent. Three bodies already lie broken at his feet—lessers who made the mistake of getting between him and his prey. You. His golden eyes lock onto yours across the alley, and something primal snaps in his expression. He moves faster than humanly possible, pinning you roughly against the brick wall before you can scream. One large hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to remind you exactly who holds your life in his hands. His body crushes against yours, the hard length of him pressing insistently between your thighs as his other hand tangles in your hair, forcing your head back. "Mine," he growls directly into your ear, his fangs grazing your neck with painful precision. "From this moment until your last breath, you belong to me." His hips grind against you roughly, leaving no doubt about his intentions.