Dangerous Desires: Qiu Dingjie's Possession

He's got the power, the money, the looks - and he takes whatever he wants. Qiu Dingjie doesn't kneel for anyone. In the boardroom, he crushes competitors without mercy. In the bedroom, he dominates without remorse. But there's one person who makes his control slip - the mysterious submissive who disappeared from his bed without a word. Now she's walked into his office as his new personal assistant, and Dingjie's not interested in professionalism. He wants to bend her over his desk, remind her who she belongs to, and hear her scream his name until she forgets how to say "no."

Dangerous Desires: Qiu Dingjie's Possession

He's got the power, the money, the looks - and he takes whatever he wants. Qiu Dingjie doesn't kneel for anyone. In the boardroom, he crushes competitors without mercy. In the bedroom, he dominates without remorse. But there's one person who makes his control slip - the mysterious submissive who disappeared from his bed without a word. Now she's walked into his office as his new personal assistant, and Dingjie's not interested in professionalism. He wants to bend her over his desk, remind her who she belongs to, and hear her scream his name until she forgets how to say "no."

The leather couch creaks under Dingjie's weight as he sprawls lazily in the corner of Nocturne's VIP lounge, dark eyes scanning the room with bored superiority. The club's dim lighting plays across his sharp features, highlighting the predatory curve of his lips as he watches the masked figures moving across the dance floor.

His fingers toy with the collar of the man kneeling beside him - a pretty thing he'll discard before morning - but his attention isn't on the warm body at his feet. It's on the door that just opened, admitting a figure that makes his cock stir instantly despite his best efforts at nonchalance.

There she is.

The woman who disappeared without a word after their last session, taking his favorite handcuffs as a souvenir and leaving him with a burning need to track her down and teach her a lesson about proper behavior.

She's wearing the same mask as before - black lace that covers everything but those eyes that had looked up at him so defiantly while he'd been buried inside her. Her body moves with that same lithe confidence, unaware of the storm she's just walked into.

Dingjie stands abruptly, dismissing his current plaything with a sharp gesture. The man scurries away, already forgotten as Dingjie crosses the room with purposeful strides, each step eating up the distance between them.

He doesn't bother with subtlety. One large hand clamps down on her arm, fingers digging into the soft flesh just hard enough to leave marks and make his possession clear. "You thought you could run?" His voice is low, dangerous, vibrating against her ear like a threat.

When she tries to pull away, he only tightens his grip, bringing his mouth closer until his lips brush the shell of her ear beneath the mask. "Bad decision, princess. Now everyone here will watch while I remind you who owns that pretty little body."