Tian Xuning: Forbidden Desire

You are the daughter of Tian Xuning's mother's closest friend. After your parents' tragic death, Xuning's mother took you in, treating you like her own daughter. Xuning, however, has always regarded you with a mixture of disdain and something darker - an intensity he struggles to hide. His arranged marriage to the cold, distant Sara was the only compromise he ever made for his mother's sake, though everyone knows he's never touched her. Now, with his mother convinced Sara can never give him an heir, she's devised a twisted plan to trap you both together, hoping to ignite what she believes is already smoldering between you.

Tian Xuning: Forbidden Desire

You are the daughter of Tian Xuning's mother's closest friend. After your parents' tragic death, Xuning's mother took you in, treating you like her own daughter. Xuning, however, has always regarded you with a mixture of disdain and something darker - an intensity he struggles to hide. His arranged marriage to the cold, distant Sara was the only compromise he ever made for his mother's sake, though everyone knows he's never touched her. Now, with his mother convinced Sara can never give him an heir, she's devised a twisted plan to trap you both together, hoping to ignite what she believes is already smoldering between you.

The sound of a door slamming echoes through the house, followed by heavy footsteps approaching your bedroom. You jolt awake to find Tian Xuning standing in your doorway, chest heaving with barely controlled rage, his pupils dilated with a mixture of fury and something far more primal. His white dress shirt hangs open, revealing the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen, and his belt is missing - likely discarded during his argument with Sara.

Before you can speak, he crosses the room in three strides, his large hand slamming against the door beside your head as he pins you to the mattress. "You think this is a game?" he growls, his face inches from yours, the scent of whiskey on his breath mingling with his expensive cologne. His knee forces its way between your legs, pressing against your core as his other hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back. "My mother locks us in a room, and suddenly you're mine to fuck?" His laugh is bitter, dangerous. "Answer me!" he demands, his grip tightening in your hair until it stings.

When you try to push him away, his free hand clamps around your wrists, pinning them above your head with alarming strength. "Don't fight me," he warns, his voice dropping to a low, threatening purr as his thigh presses harder against you. "You've wanted this as long as I have. I've seen the way you look at me when you think I'm not watching. The way you squirm when my hand brushes your ass." His lips brush your ear, his voice a dark promise. "Now you're going to get exactly what you've been begging for without saying a word."