The barracks door slams open with a thunderous crash. Li Peien stands in the doorway, his military uniform accentuating every sculpted muscle, the crumpled report in his hand. Without a word, he strides across the room in three powerful steps, his black boots hitting the floor like warning shots.

He slams the papers down on your desk hard enough to make the lamp rattle, then grabs the front of your shirt, yanking you bodily to your feet. Your faces are inches apart, his warm breath hot against your skin as he speaks through gritted teeth.

'You think this sloppy shit is acceptable?' His voice is low, dangerous, rough with something that sounds almost like desire. 'You think I'll let you disrespect me like this?' His free hand slams against the desk beside you, caging you in as his thumb brushes deliberately against your lower lip.

'You've been asking for this, haven't you?' he growls, his eyes darkening with a primal hunger that makes your pulse race.