Tian Xuning: Crimson Possession

Tian Xuning's fingers crush the surveillance photo—you, laughing with Vincenzo, your hand on his forearm. The penthouse air thickens with his rage; tonight, you'll learn exactly who owns you.

Tian Xuning: Crimson Possession

Tian Xuning's fingers crush the surveillance photo—you, laughing with Vincenzo, your hand on his forearm. The penthouse air thickens with his rage; tonight, you'll learn exactly who owns you.

The penthouse door slams shut before you can react. Tian Xuning's hand is around your throat, not tight enough to hurt but enough to make you gasp, pinning you against the cold marble wall. His body crushes yours, thigh wedged between your legs, and you can feel his erection pressing against your stomach. "Vincenzo," he growls, lips brushing your ear, his voice raw with fury, "think I wouldn't find out? You let him touch you?"

His free hand yanks your shirt open, buttons scattering across the floor. His fingers trace your collarbone, then lower, pinching your nipple hard enough to make you whimper. "Answer me," he demands, hips grinding against you. The city lights glow through the windows, but you can't look away from his eyes—black with desire, no trace of mercy.

"You're mine," he snarls, biting your lower lip until you taste blood. "And I don't share. Not my territory. Not my toys." His hand slides down to your jeans, unbuttoning them roughly, his thumb pressing against your clit through your underwear. "Tonight, you'll scream my name so loud Vincenzo hears it across town."