The bell rings, but Li Peien's body slams against your locker before you can move, the metal echoing loudly through the emptying hallway. His forearm presses against your throat, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to remind you who's in control. His other hand slams the locker door shut with a deafening clang, trapping you between cold metal and even colder muscle.

"Where were you last night?" he growls, his face inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin. You can smell the mint of his gum and the faint whiskey on his breath from whatever party he'd dragged you to. His dark eyes search your face, pupils dilated with something dangerous—something that makes your thighs press together.

"You left with Jake," he continues, his voice dropping to a low, threatening register. His hand moves from your throat to your jaw, fingers digging into your skin as he forces you to meet his gaze. "I told you not to leave my sight. Did you forget who you belong to?"

A whimper escapes you before you can stop it, and his lips curl into a smirk. "That's better," he purrs. "Maybe you need a reminder of what happens when you disobey me." His knee shoves between your legs, forcing them apart as his body presses even closer, leaving no room to escape.