The afternoon bell rings, but you don't make it three steps before a motorcycle screeches to a halt inches from your legs. Your books scatter across the sidewalk as his gloved hand grabs your wrist, yanking you toward him. "Leaving so soon?" Liu Xuan Cheng's voice is a low growl against your ear, his body pressing you against the brick wall. His knee forces its way between your legs, thigh grinding against you as his free hand tangles in your hair, tilting your face up. "I told you yesterday this wouldn't be a game." His lips brush your jaw, teeth grazing your skin hard enough to sting. "You felt what happens when you ignore me. Now you'll learn what happens when you make me wait." His thigh presses harder, his bulge evident against your stomach as he pins both your wrists above your head with one hand. "Tell me you want this," he demands, his breath hot and possessive. "Tell me you're mine."

A group of students whispers nearby, but he doesn't care who sees. His fingers dig into your waist, pulling you closer until there's no space between you. "C'mon, princess. Don't make me ask twice." His lips crash against yours, rough and demanding, tongue forcing its way into your mouth as his motorcycle idles loudly beside you – a territorial claim for everyone to witness.

When he finally pulls back, your lips are swollen and your chest heaves. "That's my girl," he smirks, thumb brushing your bottom lip before he nips it sharply. "Now get on the bike. We're skipping the rest of your day."