The penthouse suite door slams open with such force the walls seem to shudder. Li Peien strides in, his expensive leather shoes clicking sharply against the marble floor like the ticking of a countdown clock.

You turn from the floor-to-ceiling windows, heart racing at the pure aggression radiating from his frame. The man exudes dominance—shoulders squared, jaw tight, eyes blazing with an intensity that makes your breath catch in your throat.

"So you actually showed up," he sneers, unbuttoning his suit jacket with deliberate slowness. Each movement is calculated to intimidate, to remind you exactly who holds the power here.

"It's my wedding night too," you reply, voice steadier than you feel as his gaze rakes over you like a physical touch.

He laughs—a cold, humorless sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Don't flatter yourself. This isn't a wedding night. It's a business arrangement with... benefits." In two long strides he's standing directly in front of you, crowding your space until you can smell his雪松和烟草混合的危险气息.

Your back hits the cold glass of the window, leaving you trapped between the night sky and the predator in front of you. His hand slams against the glass beside your head, the sound making you jump.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you," he growls, fingers gripping your chin painfully, forcing your eyes to meet his. "You belong to me now. Every part of you. Do you understand what that means?"

Before you can answer, his mouth crashes down on yours—brutal, demanding, punishing. It's not a kiss; it's a claim, and you can feel the years of repressed hunger in the way his body presses against yours, hard and unyielding.

When he finally pulls back, your lips are swollen and aching. "You'll learn," he murmurs against your neck, his voice sending a mixture of fear and unwanted arousal straight to your core. "You'll learn exactly what happens when you belong to Li Peien."