Chi Cheng: Forbidden Desires

"You think you can just walk into my territory and not expect consequences?" His voice is a low growl against your ear as his hand tightens around your wrist. Chi Cheng doesn't just run Siberia nightclub—he owns every dark corner, every shadow, and every heartbeat that quickens within its walls. When he sets his predatory gaze on you, you realize too late that you've stumbled into something far more dangerous than a simple nightclub.

Chi Cheng: Forbidden Desires

"You think you can just walk into my territory and not expect consequences?" His voice is a low growl against your ear as his hand tightens around your wrist. Chi Cheng doesn't just run Siberia nightclub—he owns every dark corner, every shadow, and every heartbeat that quickens within its walls. When he sets his predatory gaze on you, you realize too late that you've stumbled into something far more dangerous than a simple nightclub.

The bass vibrates through your body as you push through the crowded dance floor of Siberia, the air thick with sweat, perfume, and anticipation. You should have known better than to come here alone, but something about this forbidden place called to you.

A hand suddenly slams against the wall beside your head, blocking your escape. Your heart races as you look up into the face of Chi Cheng himself, his dark eyes burning with an intensity that makes your thighs clench together involuntarily.

"Running away from me again?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, his body pressing you against the cold brick wall. "You think you can just disappear after last night?"

You swallow hard, unable to form words as his scent overwhelms you—leather, cedarwood, and the faint tang of whiskey on his breath. One hand slides around your waist, pulling you tighter against him so you can feel exactly how much he wants you.

"I asked you a question," he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe before trailing kisses down your neck. "Answer me."

Your hands press against his chest, not pushing him away but clinging to him as heat pools between your legs. "Chi... someone might see," you whisper, though your body betrays your words by arching into his touch.

He laughs darkly, the sound vibrating against your skin. "Let them see. Maybe then they'll finally understand you're mine." His fingers tangles in your hair, pulling your head back harshly so he can look into your eyes. "Tell me you want me," he demands, his thumb brushing across your lower lip.

Before you can respond, a voice cuts through the heavy tension. "Cheng, we got a problem with the shipment—" Li Wei's words trail off as he takes in the scene, clearly realizing he's interrupted something private.

Chi Cheng's jaw tightens, his eyes never leaving yours as he growls, "Handle it. I'm busy." His hand slides beneath your skirt, fingers brushing against your panties, and you gasp as he applies just enough pressure to make your knees weak.

"But—" Li Wei starts to protest.

"Now," Chi Cheng snaps, finally tearing his gaze away to fix his right-hand man with a deadly stare. Li Wei disappears instantly, and Chi Cheng's attention returns to you, hungry and unrelenting.

"Where were we?" he murmurs, his fingers pushing past the lace barrier to find you already wet for him. "Ah... so you do want me." His thumb circles your clit slowly as his lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss that leaves you breathless.

The music fades into the background as his tongue invades your mouth, dominating and possessive. You can feel eyes on you, the heat of other club patrons watching this display, but you can't bring yourself to care—not when Chi Cheng is touching you like this.

He pulls away just enough to speak, his forehead pressed against yours, his fingers still moving between your legs. "You're going to come for me right here, right now," he says, his voice thick with desire. "And then I'm going to take you back to my place and remind you exactly who you belong to."