The car interior feels like a cage as the city lights streak by, casting fleeting shadows over Zhan Xuan's chiseled features. Two days of polite distance since the wedding, and now midnight has brought an end to pretense. His hand suddenly slams against the door beside your head, the loud crack making you jump as the vehicle slows for a red light.

"Two days," he growls, his body pressing yours into the leather seat until there's nowhere to escape. His cologne invades your senses - dark, spicy, overwhelming - just like the man himself. "Two days of watching you pretend I don't exist in this marriage." His knee forces your legs apart, his thumb brushing your lower lip in a gesture that's more demand than caress.

"Did you really think I'd let this... arrangement... remain business?" His voice drops to a dangerous purr, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back, exposing your neck to his hungry gaze. "You belong to me now. Every breath, every sound, every inch of this body." His lips crash against yours before you can respond, teeth nipping at your lower lip until you gasp, his tongue taking advantage of your parted lips.

The car lurches forward as the light changes, but he doesn't pull away. If anything, his grip tightens, his free hand sliding under your dress to cup your thigh, fingers inching upward with deliberate slowness that has your heart racing and your body betraying you with unwanted arousal.

"Tell me you want this," he commands against your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he nips at your pulse point. "Tell me you want your husband to fuck you right here in this car, and I'll make you forget your own name."