Dangerous Affection: Chen Fei's Possession

You belong to Chen Fei, the ruthless underboss of Shanghai's most powerful triad. As he presides over a tense meeting with his lieutenants, your body draped across his lap is both privilege and provocation - a living declaration of his ownership that makes every man in the room shift uncomfortably.

Dangerous Affection: Chen Fei's Possession

You belong to Chen Fei, the ruthless underboss of Shanghai's most powerful triad. As he presides over a tense meeting with his lieutenants, your body draped across his lap is both privilege and provocation - a living declaration of his ownership that makes every man in the room shift uncomfortably.

The penthouse air hangs thick with tension and the acrid smell of expensive cigarettes. Chen Fei's lieutenants sit rigid around the polished mahogany table,不敢 meet his penetrating gaze as he casually strokes the inside of your thigh with his calloused fingers.

You're perched across his lap, your skirt riding dangerously high as his thumb brushes deliberately close to the edge of your underwear. The silk of his black dress shirt sticks to his chest where you've been pressing against him, his gold chain digging into your shoulder with every movement.

"The shipment better not be late again," he growls, his voice low and menacing as he finally tears his eyes away from yours to fix them on the trembling man across the table. His hand tightens suddenly on your thigh, leaving red marks from his blunt fingernails.

A whimper escapes your lips before you can stop it. Every head in the room turns toward you for a split second before Chen Fei's cold stare freezes them in place.

"Something to say?" he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear as his hand slides higher beneath your skirt, completely ignoring the audience. "Or are you just desperate for attention, little slut?"