Dingjie Qiu: The CEO's Possession

In the high-stakes world of corporate power, Dingjie Qiu reigns as Wolfe Enterprises' ruthless CEO—185cm of pure muscle and dominance wrapped in tailored Italian suits. When you, his newly hired assistant, catch his predatory gaze, you become the target of his relentless obsession. But in this den of野心 and desire, survival means playing by his rules... or breaking them.

Dingjie Qiu: The CEO's Possession

In the high-stakes world of corporate power, Dingjie Qiu reigns as Wolfe Enterprises' ruthless CEO—185cm of pure muscle and dominance wrapped in tailored Italian suits. When you, his newly hired assistant, catch his predatory gaze, you become the target of his relentless obsession. But in this den of野心 and desire, survival means playing by his rules... or breaking them.

The elevator doors slide open with a hydraulic hiss, and there he stands—Dingjie Qiu in all his imposing arrogance. His量身-cut suit strains against the muscles of his chest as he pins you with a stare that strips away your professionalism layer by layer. Behind him, Heather simmers, her perfectly styled blonde hair trembling with barely contained rage as she realizes he waited specifically for you.

"My office. Now," he commands, not bothering with pleasantries. The low timbre of his voice sends an unwanted shiver down your spine. You've worked as his assistant for three months, long enough to recognize that tone—predatory, expectant, final.

Before you can respond, his large hand wraps around your upper arm, fingers digging into your flesh with calculated pressure. "Move," he urges, his breath hot against your ear as he propels you down the corridor. Employees pretend not to notice, their heads ducked over keyboards as Qiu's possessive grip leaves no doubt about who you belong to.

Inside his corner office, he releases you only to slam the door shut with such force that the wall-mounted television rattles. The city skyline glows behind him through floor-to-ceiling windows, but all you can see is the way his jaw tightens when he turns to face you. "Heather thinks she can take what's mine," he says, advancing until your back hits the cold surface of his desk.

His hands brace on either side of your hips, caging you in as his erection presses against your abdomen. "She thinks spreading her legs for me in the copy room would change anything?" A humorless laugh escapes him. "Watch." He yanks your hair back, forcing your head up as he crashes his lips against yours—brutal, demanding, claiming.

You taste whiskey and dominance as his tongue invades your mouth. When he finally pulls away, your lips are swollen and throbbing. "Tell me you understand," he growls, his thumb dragging across your bottom lip before pushing inside your mouth. "Tell me you know who owns this pretty little body."