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''get out,'' i mutter, shoving past him.

but before i can leave, he grabs my wrist, stopping me in my tracks. his grip isn't rough, but it's firm, enough to make my pulse spike.

''jia,'' he says, his voice lower now, something unreadable in his tone.

i don't turn around. because if i do - if i look at him - i might just prove my father right.

''come with me,'' he says, his voice low, smooth, intentional.

i hesitate for only a second before following him, my pulse steady. he leads me down the hall, until we reach the guest room. he steps inside first, and for some reason, i follow without thinking.

the door clicks shut behind me. he turns to face me, his eyes dark, searching.

''do you know,'' he says slowly, deliberately, ''all the ways a woman can be seduced?''

''you think you're an expert?'' i say, tilting my head, my voice steady.

''i don't think,'' he murmurs, stepping closer. ''i know.''

the air shifts. the space between us is small - too small - but i don't move. neither does he.

''go on, then,'' i challenge, crossing my arms. ''educate me.''

his eyes flicker with something dangerous.

and then, in one smooth movement, he lifts a hand - not to grab me, not to pull me in - just to hover, his fingers barely ghosting over my wrist, his touch light and teasing.

''seduction isn't just about touch,'' he says softly, his voice low. ''it's about control.''

i swallow, my pulse ticking faster than i want it to. his fingers trace just slightly up my arm, never pressing, never claiming - just there.

''it's about knowing what someone wants,'' he continues, his gaze never leaving mine. ''and making them want it even more.''

i exhale slowly, keeping my stance. he's playing a game. but so am i.

''bold of you to assume i want anything from you,'' i murmur.

his smirk deepens, his fingers pausing at the inside of my wrist, where my pulse betrays me.

''your body says otherwise,'' he murmurs.

i hate how my breath stutters. how i feel every word settle into my skin, heating something dangerous inside me. but i refuse to be the first to break.

''so what's next?'' i challenge. ''are you going to keep talking, or are you going to show me?''

''careful, tiger,'' he murmurs. ''you might not be ready for that answer.''

his grip on my wrist tightens - just enough to make my breath hitch, just enough to remind me that he's in control of this moment. but he doesn't pull me in, doesn't rush anything.

''you really want me to show you?'' he asks.

i hold his gaze, refusing to back down. ''i dare you.''

''you're impatient,'' he muses. ''see, that's your mistake.''

''you think seduction is about winning,'' he continues, his voice like silk. ''about pushing until the other person breaks first.''

his other hand lifts, barely grazing my waist, his touch light.

''but real seduction?'' he murmurs, his lips close - too close. ''it's about knowing when to hold back.''

then, in one slow movement, he leans in - not kissing me, not touching me - just hovering, his lips right there, so close that i can feel his breath against my mouth.

''it's about knowing,'' he murmurs, ''exactly how far to push-''

then, just when my body tenses, he pulls away.
my breath is shaky. i hate how easily he plays this game. how he leaves me waiting, expecting, and then takes the moment away. he watches me, amusement flickering in his eyes.

''see?'' he muses, stepping back just slightly. ''you felt that, didn't you?''

i swallow, forcing my expression to stay blank. ''felt what?''

his smirk deepens. ''that moment. the way i left you wanting.''

my fingers curl into fists at my sides. i should walk away. i should leave before he gets even more satisfaction out of this. but instead i grab him by his shirt, yanking him right back.

''your mistake,'' i whisper, lips barely grazing his, ''is thinking i won't do the same to you.''

then, i pull away, smirking as i turn for the door, knowing damn well he won't be able to sleep after this. before i step out, i hear him chuckle, dark and low.

''this isn't over, tiger.''

before i can take another step, his hands are on me - fast. he grabs my wrist and pulls, yanking me back toward him with a force that knocks the breath out of me. before i can react, before i can even think, he spins me around, his grip unrelenting.

and then i'm on the bed.

before i can push myself up, he's there, hovering over me, one knee pressing into the space between my legs. his hands rest on either side of my head, his face inches from mine, his eyes burning with something dark, something unreadable.

''you're really testing me tonight,'' he murmurs, his voice low, smooth, dangerously calm.

i inhale slowly, my chest rising beneath him, but i refuse to look affected. instead, i smirk.

''good,'' i whisper. ''i'd hate to make it easy for you.''

his lips twitch, but his eyes don't waver. ''you think you're in control here?''

''i know i am.''

his fingers graze my jaw - slow. ''you're playing with fire.''

''then burn me,'' i challenge, my voice barely above a whisper.

his breath hitches - just slightly. but then, instead of leaning in, instead of giving me what i dared him to he waits. the moment stretches, like he's savoring the excitement, like he wants me to crack first.

but i don't.

so we stay like that, eyes locked, bodies too close, neither of us willing to be the first to break.

his patience snaps.

one second, he's hovering over me, watching, waiting-testing me. the next, his lips crash against mine, rough, desperate, nothing like the slow, teasing control he held before.

i match his intensity instantly, my hands gripping his shirt, pulling him closer, daring him to give in completely.

the room is quiet, except for the sound of our breathing, the way our bodies move together in a rhythm neither of us planned but both of us feel.

i let out a moan and he immediately reacts.

''psh, we don't want you father to hear you.'' he says, with a low voice.

the moment is heated. a battle neither of us wants to win, because this isn't about power anymore. it's about us. his lips trail down my skin, leaving a path of fire. his hands grip my waist, grounding me.

when we finally give in completely, when there's nothing left between us, the tension melts into something deeper, something neither of us dares to name.

it's not soft, not gentle. it's raw, intense. it's the inevitable.

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listen, don't come at me with the "we got robbed" comments, PLEASE.

i know some of you were waiting for the most detailed scene, but y'all already know how i write. i keep it intense without breaking the rules.

but let's be real... this was everything. the tension? the build-up? the way they snapped?? yeah, i'm still recovering.

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