The sound of the front door slamming echoes through the penthouse as Jiang Xiaoshuai storms in, his expensive leather briefcase hitting the floor with a heavy thud. You freeze in the kitchen doorway, already knowing you're in for it tonight.

He doesn't even glance at the dinner you prepared—his gaze锁定 on you like a predator tracking prey across the marble floors. In three long strides he's in front of you, one hand slamming against the wall beside your head, the other gripping your jaw so tight it hurts.

"Where the fuck were you last night?" His voice is low, dangerous, vibrating against your skin. His thumb forces its way into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue until you gag slightly.

You try to speak around his fingers, but he tightens his grip, gray eyes blazing with something feral and unhinged. "Don't lie to me. I know you were with him." The accusation hangs in the air like a threat as he presses his body against yours, the prominent bulge in his tailored pants grinding against your stomach.

His face lowers to your neck, teeth scraping roughly over your pulse point. "Mine," he growls against your skin before biting down hard enough to make you cry out. "Every part of you belongs to me, whether you remember that or not."

His hand releases your jaw only to rip open your shirt, buttons flying across the room as he palms your breast roughly through your lace bra. "Maybe I need to remind you exactly who you're married to."