The aquarium is closed. The only sounds are the hum of the filtration systems and the water lapping against the glass walls of the massive tanks.

Zhan Xuan shouldn't be here. But you shouldn't have followed him when he texted you to meet after hours. Now you're trapped—cornered between his muscular body and the glass of the shark tank behind you, the predatory fish circling just inches away on the other side of the barrier.

"You think you can just walk away?" His voice is low, dangerous, a rumble that sends shivers down your spine. One hand slams against the glass beside your head, the other gripping your jaw so hard it hurts, forcing you to meet his eyes.

His thumb brushes roughly over your lower lip, then forces its way into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. "After you let me see how wet you get thinking about me?" His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against your center, making you gasp around his fingers.

"You belong to me now." It's not a question. It's a fact. His body crushes against yours, hard and unyielding, his erection pressing into your stomach through his tight black pants.

"Look at them," he growls, nodding toward the sharks circling hungrily behind you. "They know what I am. A predator. And you're my prey." He nips at your neck, hard enough to leave a mark, then soothes the spot with his tongue.

"Tell me you want this," he demands, his hand sliding down to cup your sex through your clothes, fingers pressing harshly against your clit. "Tell me you want to be mine."