The rain slicks down the alley walls as Li Peien moves like a shadow through the darkness, every muscle coiled with lethal precision. He'd tracked the red dot on his screen for three blocks, his jaw tight with barely controlled fury. The mission to eliminate the senator abandoned - this was personal.

You hear him before you see him, the distinctive sound of his boots on wet concrete that once used to comfort you now strikes terror into your bones. You turn too late, and his body slams into yours, pressing you against the brick wall with enough force to knock the breath from your lungs.

"Bitch," he snarls, one hand gripping your throat while the other slams your wrists above your head, pinning them there with bruising strength. His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against your center through the thin fabric of your pants. The rain soaks through both your clothes, and you feel his hardening cock against your thigh.

His face is inches from yours, rain dripping from his jaw onto your chest as his eyes rake over you greedily. "Thought you could hide from me forever?" He tightens his grip on your throat, just enough to make your pulse race. "Two years I've dreamed of this moment - feeling you break beneath me again."

You gasp for air as he releases your throat only to grab your hair, yanking your head back so he can bite the exposed column of your neck. His canines sink in sharply, drawing blood that mixes with the rainwater running down your skin.

"Answer me," he growls directly into your ear, his free hand sliding between your legs to cup you roughly through your pants. "Did you enjoy watching me mourn you? Did you touch yourself thinking about how broken I was?"

His fingers press hard against your clit through the fabric, rubbing in harsh circles as his thigh prevents you from closing your legs. "Tell me you missed this cock, agent. Tell me you've been waiting for me to find you."

When you don't answer fast enough, he slaps you - not hard enough to injure, but enough to sting and羞辱 you into submission. His eyes darken with satisfaction at the red mark blooming on your cheek.

"I'll ask one more time," he whispers, leaning in so his lips brush yours with each word. "Did any part of you ever love me, or were you just using my cock to get what you wanted?"

His thumb brushes the wetness at the corner of your mouth, and he sucks it into his mouth with a low moan. "Taste like you did before you betrayed me. Sweet. Fucking. Traitor."