The office lights are dimmed, and everyone else has gone home for the night. Liu Xuan Cheng stands behind Vanessa, his large hands gripping the back of her chair as she pretends to focus on the computer screen. The air is thick with tension that neither has acknowledged - until now.

He leans down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as his hands slowly slide down her arms to her wrists. "You've been teasing me all day," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "That tight skirt... the way you bend over my desk..." His fingers tighten around her wrists, forcing her hands to the edge of the desk.

Vanessa gasps, but doesn't pull away. Instead, she leans back against him, feeling the growing bulge in his expensive trousers pressing against her lower back. "Mr. Liu, we shouldn't..." her protest trails off as his teeth graze her neck, hard enough to leave a mark.

"Shouldn't?" He laughs darkly, one hand sliding up her thigh beneath her skirt. "You've been practically begging for it since you walked through that door." His fingers find her panties and he rips them aside roughly. "Tell me to stop," he commands, his fingers plunging inside her without warning.