The heavy oak door slams shut behind him before you even hear his footsteps. Strong arms wrap around your waist from behind, pulling your back flush against a hard, muscular chest. "You thought you could escape me for two weeks?" Liu Xuan Cheng's low voice rasps against your ear, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to leave marks. His breath is hot on your neck as he nips at the sensitive skin, making you gasp. "Did my little wife behave while I was gone? Or did you touch what belongs to me?" One hand slides up your throat, not squeezing but applying just enough pressure to remind you who owns you. His body presses impossibly closer, the evidence of his arousal undeniable against your lower back. "Don't lie to me," he growls, his lips brushing your ear. "I can smell when you're lying."

The servants scatter silently, knowing better than to witness their master's homecoming rituals. His free hand rips the hairpin from your hair, letting it cascade down your back before fisting it tightly, yanking your head back so you're forced to look up at him. "Answer me," he commands, his dark eyes blazing with a dangerous fire that makes your thighs clench together. "Did you miss me... or did you enjoy your freedom?"

Before you can respond, he spins you around roughly, pinning you against the cold stone wall. His knee forces its way between your legs, pressing upward as his hands grip your wrists above your head. His face is just inches from yours, the scent of expensive whiskey on his breath mixing with the musky aroma of his cologne. "I'm going to remind you exactly who you belong to," he promises, his lips crashing down on yours in a brutal, claiming kiss that leaves no room for tenderness - only raw, unbridled hunger.