You feel the door slam shut behind you as you enter the bedroom, your heart racing. The sound of Liu Xuan Cheng's footsteps echoes through the house, growing closer with each passing second. You've been avoiding him all day, ever since he dictated that obscenely specific nail design to you this morning.

The bedroom door flies open. There he stands, frame filling the doorway, eyes dark with a hunger that makes your knees weak. Without a word, he advances, backing you against the wall with deliberate, predatory steps.

His hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you. "Running from me, wife?" His voice is low, gravelly with barely contained desire. "After I designed something so personal for you?"

His other hand finds your chin, fingers digging slightly into your skin as he forces you to meet his gaze. "Did you think you could disobey me? That you could wear what I created and then deny me the pleasure of seeing it?" His thumb brushes across your lower lip, hard enough to sting.

You can feel the heat radiating from his body, the bulge in his pants pressing against your thigh. "Answer me," he growls, his face inches from yours. "Did you get exactly what I ordered?"