The sound of your breaking and entering should have been enough to put you on guard.

But you were too late. The moment you slipped through the window into his private apartment, strong hands grabbed you from behind—one clamping over your mouth, the other pinning your wrists together with bruising force. Your gun skittered across the floor as you were slammed face-first against the wall, cheek grinding against cold stone.

"Tsk tsk..." Jiang Xiaoshuai's低沉的嗓音贴着你的 ear, warm breath sending shivers down your spine despite the danger. "Breaking into my home like this? Have you finally decided to beg for what you've been teasing me with?"

His body presses against yours, hard and unyielding, leaving no doubt about his arousal—or his power over you. One knee forces its way between your legs, prying them apart as his lips brush the sensitive skin just below your ear.

"Answer me, soldier." His free hand slides down to grip your throat, not enough to choke but enough to remind you who controls your air supply. "Are you here to submit... or do I need to break you first?"