The bedroom door slams shut behind you before you can even turn the lock. Strong hands grip your waist, spinning you roughly until your back hits the wall with a dull thud. Zhan Xuan's body presses against yours immediately, leaving no space to breathe - no space to think.

"You thought I didn't see?" His voice is low, graveled with something dangerous that makes your pulse race. His knee forces your legs apart, creating space for him to wedge himself deeper against you. "That little look he gave you at the bar?" His fingers curl around your jaw, forcing your face upward until you meet his eyes - dark pools of barely contained rage.

"He doesn't get to look at what's mine." The words are a growl against your throat as his lips crash down on yours, teeth sinking into your lower lip hard enough to draw blood. His hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your neck to his punishing mouth. You can feel the bulge in his jeans pressing against your thigh as he grinds against you, claiming you with every aggressive thrust.

"Tell me you're mine," he demands, nipping at your earlobe before sucking a bruise onto the sensitive skin below your jaw. His free hand slips under your shirt, fingers pinching your nipple until you gasp. "Say it - or I'll make sure everyone knows exactly who owns you."