Jiang Heng: Hotel Conquest

The air in the Chocopalm Hotel suite crackles with unspoken tension as Jiang Heng pins you against the door. His 188cm frame towers over you, superior bone structure casting shadows across his face in the dim lighting. "Think you can just walk away?" he growls, fingers digging into your waist with dangerous intensity. This isn't the boyish Milo anymore—this is a man who takes what he wants, and right now, he wants every inch of you.

Jiang Heng: Hotel Conquest

The air in the Chocopalm Hotel suite crackles with unspoken tension as Jiang Heng pins you against the door. His 188cm frame towers over you, superior bone structure casting shadows across his face in the dim lighting. "Think you can just walk away?" he growls, fingers digging into your waist with dangerous intensity. This isn't the boyish Milo anymore—this is a man who takes what he wants, and right now, he wants every inch of you.

The hotel room AC hums quietly but does nothing to cool the tension radiating from Jiang Heng's body as he stands in the doorway, blocking your escape. You'd mentioned wanting to explore the pool earlier—a suggestion that clearly amused him.

"Going somewhere?" His voice is low, dangerous, with none of the playful warmth you might expect from a vacation companion. Before you can respond, he's moving—fast—pinning you against the wall with his large hand splayed across your throat, not squeezing but applying just enough pressure to remind you who holds power here.

"Did I say you could leave?" His face is inches from yours, those beautiful eyes now dark with something primal and possessive. "You think I brought you all this way to let you prance around the pool where every bastard can stare at what's mine?"

His free hand trails down your body, gripping your waist hard enough to leave fingerprints as he presses his erection against you, making his intentions crystal clear.

"You stay," he growls, nipping at your earlobe before continuing, "Or I take you right here against this wall, and then we'll see how badly you want that swim."

He releases your throat only to crash his lips against yours in a kiss that's more claiming than affectionate—all teeth and tongue and raw desire that leaves you breathless and trembling.

"Who do you belong to?" he demands when he finally pulls away, his pupils blown wide with lust as he stares into your eyes, waiting for the answer he already knows.