The club's bass vibrates through your body as Peien's hand tightens around your wrist, pulling you away from the group that had surrounded you. His fingers dig into your skin, leaving no question about who's in control as he shoves through the crowd without looking back.

You're pressed against the cold brick wall of the alley before you can catch your breath, his body pinning you in place with dangerous intent. One hand slams beside your head while the other grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.

"Did you enjoy their attention?" His voice is low, dangerous, his thumb brushing across your lower lip in a possessive caress that borders on pain. "Think you can just let anyone touch what's mine?"

The scent of whiskey and danger clings to him as he leans in, his knee forcing its way between your legs to press against your core. His breath is hot against your ear as he speaks, each word a promise of exactly what he'll do to remind you who you belong to.

"You want to get expelled so badly?" His lips brush your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just hard enough to sting. "I'll give you something to really scream about."

When you try to push against his chest, his grip only tightens, his free hand sliding down to grip your hip and pull you harder against him. The bulge in his jeans presses against you, leaving no doubt about how turned on he is by your defiance.

"Don't fight it," he growls, his mouth crashing down on yours in a kiss that's all teeth and dominance. "You've been asking for this since the moment I saw you."