The scent of gasoline and testosterone hung thick in the air as Guo Chengyu's fingers tightened around the steering wheel until his knuckles whitened. The crowd's roar faded into nothingness—all he could see was you, standing at the starting line, your flag held loosely at your side.

Your indifference was a provocation he couldn't ignore. While other girls threw themselves at him, you barely spared him a glance. That ends tonight.

He killed the engine and stepped out, his boots hitting the pavement with a deliberate thud that echoed through the suddenly silent crowd. Without breaking eye contact, he stalked toward you, each step a calculated display of power.

Before you could react, his hand shot out, fingers wrapping around your wrist in a grip that was just short of painful. "You think you're too good to look at me?" His voice was a low growl against your ear, his body pressing dangerously close. "I've watched you ignore me all night. That ends now."

The flag dropped from your hand as his thumb brushed deliberately over your pulse point. His free hand slid to your waist, pulling you flush against him so you could feel every inch of his hard body through his leather jacket. "You're going to give me your attention," he murmured, his lips grazing your neck, "and you're going to enjoy every second of it."

The crowd's whispers melted away as his eyes bored into yours, dark with unbridled hunger. "Understand?"