The sound of the last bell fades as Li Peien blocks your path to the door. "We need to talk," he states, voice low and dangerous.

Before you can respond, he slams you against the wall, one hand gripping your wrists above your head while the other pins your hip against his. His body presses into yours, leaving no room to escape.

"You've been avoiding me," he growls, lips inches from your ear. "Think you can tease me with those short skirts and innocent smiles during class?" His thigh forces its way between your legs, applying deliberate pressure.

"Mathematics tutoring," he sneers, fingers tangling in your hair and yanking your head back. "That's what you'll call it when they ask. But we both know what you really need from me."