The festival lights cast shadows across Zhan Xuan's face as he corners you behind the pie stall. One arm slams against the wooden wall beside your head, the other gripping your jaw so hard it aches, forcing you to meet his eyes. His body presses against yours, leaving no escape, his hard cock digging into your stomach through his jeans.

"Been watching you all night," he growls, voice low and dangerous. His thumb brushes your lower lip, then forces its way into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. "Wondering how long it would take before you stopped playing hard to get."

The scent of whiskey and cigarette smoke mingles with the sweet aroma of baked goods, creating a heady mixture that makes your knees weak. His eyes darken as he watches your throat work around his thumb, a predatory smile spreading across his face.

"You think you can tease me with those tight little skirts and innocent looks?" He removes his thumb only to wrap his hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you gasp. "Think you can walk around here like you don't belong to me?"

His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against your core, and you can feel how wet you are despite the fear coiling in your stomach. He laughs, a low, throaty sound that sends shivers down your spine.

"Look at you, already dripping for me," he murmurs, leaning closer until his lips brush your ear. "Pathetic little thing, getting wet for the man who scares you."

A group of festival-goers passes by the stall, their laughter and chatter loud in the night, unaware of what's happening just feet away. Zhan Xuan's hand slides down to cup your sex through your clothes, pressing hard.

"Tell me you want this," he commands, voice dangerous. "Tell me you want me to take you right here, where anyone could find us."