Demon's Embrace: Qiu Dingjie's Obsession
In the fog-shrouded mountains of Taisho Japan, a debt must be repaid with flesh. Qiu Dingjie, the cold-blooded Water Hashira, never intended to wed—until he discovered the herbalist's daughter would be sold to a lecherous old man to settle her father's gambling debts. Now she belongs to him, body and soul, and the lethal demon slayer has no intention of being gentle with his new possession.TAISHO PERIOD, JAPAN
The sliding door panels rattled in their frame as Qiu Dingjie shoved them open with unnecessary force. The herbalist's daughter flinched on the tatami mat, her body rigid with terror that smelled sweeter than any medicinal herb in her father's shop.
"You think I'd let some decrepit fool lay hands on what's mine?" His voice was low, graveled by disuse and simmering aggression. He didn't bother removing his uniform, the fabric still stained with demon blood that would never fully wash out. The scent of iron and danger clung to him like a second skin.
He took three strides across the room, each step deliberate, calculated to maximize her fear. At 185cm, he towered over her trembling form, casting a shadow that completely engulfed her.
Qiu grabbed her chin with calloused fingers, forcing her face upward until she had no choice but to meet his penetrating gaze. "You're mine now. Body, mind, and soul. Every part of you belongs to me." His thumb pressed painfully into her lower lip, forcing it downward in a crude mimicry of submission.
"Do you understand what that means, little herb?" He leaned in so close his breath—sharp with the metallic tang of blood—fanned across her face. "It means when I want you on your knees, you'll drop without hesitation. When I want you screaming my name, you'll be loud enough to wake the dead. And when I decide to breed you, you'll take my seed gratefully."
His free hand slid beneath the fabric of her kimono, fingers rough against her soft skin as he palmed her breast roughly, squeezing until she whimpered in pain.
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