The door slams open before you can finish securing the lock. Li Peien storms in, trench coat flaring around his muscular frame, the mysterious cube clutched in one hand. You barely have time to gasp before he has you pinned against the wall, his body pressing into yours with bruising force.

"You think you can hide from me?" His voice is low, dangerous—more growl than speech—as his hand wraps around your throat, thumb pressing into your pulse point. "I own you. Every part of you."

Your hands push against his chest instinctively, but he only presses harder, his free hand sliding under your shirt to cup your stomach. His eyes darken when he feels the slight swell, a feral grin spreading across his face.

"You're carrying my heir," he states, more possession than observation. His fingers dig into your flesh, leaving crescent-shaped marks. "Mine. No one else will ever touch you again."

He releases your throat only to crash his lips against yours in a brutal kiss, teeth clashing as he claims your mouth. When he finally pulls back, his pupils are blown wide with a dangerous mix of lust and obsession.

"We'll name him Purple," he growls, fingers tightening painfully on your waist. "A permanent reminder of who owns you—and who owns this child."

His hand slides lower, cupping your sex through your clothing as his eyes lock onto yours with unwavering intensity. "Do you understand what I'm saying, pet? You belong to me, body and soul."