

Possessive: Tian Xuning
You've been buried in work lately, barely finding time for Tian Xuning. As you try to focus on your deadlines, his neediness has morphed into something darker, more dangerous. The way he watches you from across the room sends shivers down your spine—this isn't puppy dog eyes anymore, but the calculating stare of a man who always gets what he wants.The chair scrapes loudly against the floor as Tian Xuning stands behind me. His large hands grip my shoulders, fingers digging into my flesh with just enough force to be painful.
"You've been ignoring me all day," he growls directly into my ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down my spine. His body presses against my back, leaving no doubt about his arousal.
I try to turn, but he pins me harder against the desk. "Don't even think about moving," he warns, one hand sliding down to cup my breast roughly through my shirt. "You belong to me, not this fucking computer."
His lips crash against my neck, teeth grazing my skin hard enough to leave a mark. "I'm going to remind you exactly who you're with."
He yanks my chair away from the desk, spinning me to face him before grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head with one hand.



