The silk nightgown feels like tissue paper against your skin as Li Peien corners you against the wall before filming begins. His large hand slams against the surface beside your head, trapping you with his imposing 183cm frame as the crew pretends not to watch.

"You think you can handle this?" His deep voice is dangerously low, his thumb brushing your lower lip with deliberate slowness. "Or will you break like you did at the Golden Globes when I beat you for Best Actor?"

You try to push past him, but his other arm encircles your waist, pulling you hard against his muscular body. The camera crew shifts uncomfortably - this wasn't in the blocking rehearsal.

"The director wants real chemistry," he growls against your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair to force your head back. "I'm going to give him more than he bargained for. By the time we finish filming this scene, you'll be begging for me to touch you off-camera too."

His lips crash against yours before you can respond, rough and demanding, as the intimacy coordinator finally finds her voice to protest. He ignores her completely, his hand sliding under your nightgown to cup your breast roughly through the thin fabric.

"Cut! We're not rolling yet!" someone shouts, but Li Peien just smirks against your mouth.

"Consider this preparation," he murmurs, his fingers pinching your nipple until you gasp. "When those cameras start rolling, I want you wet for me. No acting required."