Chapter 263: Resistance

*Ling Yue’s POV*

The door snaps shut with a metallic click.

All through the car ride and the walk through the lobby, my mind had been completely numb, frozen in a haze of disbelief. But the sound of that lock turning pulls me out of the fog instantly. I realize where I am—inside his private suite at the villa.

I turn around immediately, my hand reaching for the brass handle to push my way back out into the corridor.

Jin Hao moves faster. His arm shoots past my ear, his palm slamming flat against the door above my head. The force rattles the frame. His frame presses flush against my back, trapping me tightly between his solid chest and the solid door.

"Where do you think you’re going?" his voice drops low against the shell of my ear, entirely devoid of warmth.

I drive my elbow back into his ribs with everything I have. "Out! Get off me!"

Jin Hao doesn’t even grunt. He absorbs the blow, his fingers clamping like iron around my right wrist and wrenching it behind my spine. Before I can use my left hand to fight back, he snatches that one too, pulling both arms back until my shoulder blades lock together in pain.

"You sat silently in the car the entire ride," Jin Hao murmurs, his grip tightening until my bones ache. "You didn’t make a peep when I carried you past the boutique entrance. Now you want to fight?"

"I didn’t make a scene in public because I still have my dignity!" I strain against his grip, my feet planting flat on the floor as I try to twist around and face him. "Release my hands, Jin Hao!"

"No."

He doesn’t waste time arguing. Keeping my wrists pinned behind me in one hand, he grabs my shoulder with the other and shoves me forward across the room toward the massive bed. I dig my feet into the floor, resisting every step, but his strength is absurd. He throws me face-down onto the mattress, his knee planting heavily onto the back of my thighs to pin my lower body down.

"Jin Hao! Stop!" I thrash against the sheets, shoving my face into the white duvet as I try to bend my knees and kick him off.

He doesn’t take his weight off me. Reaching over to the top drawer of the nightstand, he pulls out a thick, soft leather strap—a piece of gear we’ve used a hundred times before, built specifically to secure wrists without leaving cut marks on the skin.

Seeing the familiar leather in his hands sends a sudden, sharp shock of heat mixed with pure fury through my veins.

"Don’t you dare put that on me," I snap, my chest heaving as I try to turn my body over. "We are not doing this! You don’t get to pretend things are normal between us!"

"Things were never normal," Jin Hao says coldly.

He grabs my upper torso, flipping me onto my back before I can scramble away. He catches my thrashing wrists, wrenches them up over my head, and loops the leather strap around them twice. He pulls the buckle tight, securing the attached iron clasp to the ring built into the bedhead.

I yank downward with all my strength. The leather tautens instantly, holding my arms fully extended above my head, leaving my torso stretched open and completely defenseless.

"Let me go!" I yell, my breathing ragged as I pull against the leather until it cuts into my skin. "Jin Hao, let me loose!"

Jin Hao climbs onto the bed, straddling my hips to trap my legs. His eyes lock onto mine, cold and sharp, tracking the frantic rise and fall of my chest as his hands take the collar of my shirt.

With one harsh, downward jerk, he rips the fabric open. Buttons snap and scatter across the mattress, exposing my bare chest to the air.

"Look at me," Jin Hao orders, his thumb digging into my chin to hold my head still.

I glare up at him, my eyes burning with unshed tears. "I left because I couldn’t stand looking at you anymore! You disgust me!"

"Liar," Jin Hao growls softly. "You ran because you’re a coward."

"I am not a coward! You made your choice!"

"You belong to me," he cuts in, his voice leaving zero room for debate. "And if you’ve forgotten that over the last two months, I’ll happily remind every inch of your body until you remember."

He leans down, burying his face in the curve of my shoulder, and sinks his teeth hard into the muscle right beside my collarbone.

A sharp, breathless scream tears from my throat. The pain is sudden, but right behind it comes a violent, treacherous surge of heat. My body, conditioned by every time he has ever touched me, betrays my mind instantly. A thick wave of slick scent bursts into the room, sweet, heavy, and saturated with the instinctual distress of an Omega being forced into submission. My hips give an involuntary, subtle twitch against his thighs, craving the very weight holding me down.

"Look at that," Jin Hao murmurs against my skin, his bite turning into a punishing, possessive suckle that bruises the flesh. "Your mouth screams, but your body is already begging for me."

His hand slides down my stomach, his fingers digging into my hip bone so hard I wince. He reaches the waist of my trousers, unbuckling them and tearing them down over my legs in one rough motion along with my underwear.

I kick my legs, trying to cross my knees, but Jin Hao wedges his thigh firmly between mine, forcing them wide open.

*Snap.*

His palm comes down hard against the inside of my thigh—a heavy, stinging impact that echoes off the walls and leaves my skin burning.

"Keep them open," Jin Hao commands, his voice dropping into that strict, unyielding tone that enforces strict physical discipline. "You know the rules of this bed, Ling Yue. Don’t force me to brace your knees."

He doesn’t bother with anything else. He shoves two fingers straight inside my aching, slick passage without warning.

"Ah—!"

A high, broken sob escapes my lips. My inner muscles clamp down tightly around his fingers, my mind fighting the invasion, but my slick walls wrap around his knuckles like they’ve been starving for him for months.

"Look how wet you are for a man you claim to hate," Jin Hao commands, his Alpha aura swelling, thick and suffocating, flooding my lungs until I can taste his scent on my tongue. "Tell me how much you hate me while your body swallows my fingers."

"Fuck you," I choke out, my bound wrists pulling helplessly against the leather strap above my head.

Jin Hao adds a third finger, driving them in with a fast rhythm that leaves no room for breath. He knows the exact angle that makes my mind go blank, the exact spot deep inside that turns my anger into helpless pleasure. Within moments, my inner walls are weeping around his hand, my hips lifting off the mattress to meet his stroke despite every effort my brain makes to resist.

He pulls his fingers out with a wet sound, leaving me empty and trembling.

Before I can draw a full breath, Jin Hao frees his thick length. He grips my thighs, dragging my knees up to his chest, opening me completely to his sight. He aligns his tip with my entrance and thrusts all the way in with one long, punishing drive.

"Ah!"

My head snaps back against the pillow, a sharp ringing in my ears as he fills me to the absolute limit. It feels as though he is carving out his space inside me all over again.

Jin Hao doesn’t give me a single second to adjust. He grips my waist, his fingers digging deep into my skin, and establishes a hard, relentless pace that rattles the iron frame of the bed against the floor. Thrusting over and over.

Every drive is deep, deliberate, and punishing. He uses his broad frame to weight me down, his hips slamming into mine with a wet rhythm that echoes through the room.

"Who do you belong to, Ling Yue?" Jin Hao demands, his face hovering inches from mine, his eyes blazing with possessive fury. "Say it!"

I bite my lower lip until I taste copper, keeping my jaws locked together. I refuse to give him the words. I refuse to let him win.

Jin Hao’s eyes narrow. He changes his angle, pulling back until his tip almost clears my entrance, and then drives straight back in, striking the deepest, most sensitive curve of my passage with ruthless force.

"Ah! *Jin Hao!*"

The pleasure hits like an electric shock, shattering my pride into pieces. My vision goes spotty with white heat, my back arching off the bed as a massive wave of heat shoots from my spine straight to my groin.

"Whose are you?" he orders again, his pace turning fast, hard, and completely unyielding, driving me to the exact edge of overload without letting me shift my weight an inch. "Give me your voice, Ling Yue."

"Yours!" I sob out, tears spilling over my temples as my resistance completely collapses under his physical dominance. "Yours—I’m yours! Ah—!"

"Good," Jin Hao growls.

He drives into me with furious power, taking everything my body has to offer until my insides contract violently around him, milking him in tight, uncontrollable spasms. A body-shaking orgasm rips through my frame, my stomach muscles locking up as liquid heat spills out over my skin.

Jin Hao follows me over the peak seconds later. With a low, guttural roar, he buries himself as deep as he can go, pinning me flat as he floods my deep passage with his burning release.

The room falls into a heavy stillness, broken only by our ragged breathing.

Jin Hao stays buried deep inside me for a long time, his chest rising and falling against mine as sweat drips onto my collarbone. He leans down and presses a hard, possessive kiss against my lips, not gentle, but thick with ownership.

"Don’t ever run again," he mutters near my ear, his voice low, heavy with satisfied warmth, yet still dark with threat. "Because I will always fetch you back."

He pulls out slowly, the sudden emptiness making me shiver on the bed. Reaching up, he unbuckles the leather strap from the bedhead, freeing my hands.

My arms drop heavily to the mattress. The skin around my wrists is red and indented.

Instead of rising immediately, Jin Hao lingers over me, his thumb tracing the bruised bite mark near my collarbone with a slow, possessive stroke. He leans down to press a long, lingering kiss to my forehead—a quiet mark of ownership—before shifting off the bed. He stands beside the mattress, looking down at his work with a dark, thoroughly satisfied gleam in his eyes as he calmly adjusts his clothes.

Without another word, he turns and walks toward the bathroom, the sound of the shower turning on seconds later.

I lie flat on the mattress, staring up at the chandelier.

My body is completely spent, marked from my neck to my thighs, humming with the deep, instinctual satisfaction of an Omega who has been thoroughly claimed. The physical fire has been snuffed out by his hands, but beneath the quiet, my mind remains sharp, cold, and unforgiving.

I slowly pull my hands together over my stomach. My fingers curl inward, my knuckles turning white as I grind my hands into two tight, rigid fists against my ribs.