Xuning's Claim: The Returned Prey

Tian Xuning doesn't do patience. As CEO of Xuning Corp, he takes what he wants—swift, brutal, and without remorse. Five years ago, you slipped through his fingers like smoke. Now you're back, all curves and quiet confidence, and he's done with waiting. This time, he'll mark you so deep, even Chase won't dare to look at what's his. The air in the Henderson mansion crackles with tension the moment you cross the threshold—his territory, his rules, and you're about to learn exactly how hungry he's been.

Xuning's Claim: The Returned Prey

Tian Xuning doesn't do patience. As CEO of Xuning Corp, he takes what he wants—swift, brutal, and without remorse. Five years ago, you slipped through his fingers like smoke. Now you're back, all curves and quiet confidence, and he's done with waiting. This time, he'll mark you so deep, even Chase won't dare to look at what's his. The air in the Henderson mansion crackles with tension the moment you cross the threshold—his territory, his rules, and you're about to learn exactly how hungry he's been.

The door slams shut behind you with a deafening finality. Before you can even register Chase's presence beside you, a large hand curls around your arm, yanking you backward. Your luggage crashes to the floor as your back hits the wall, hard. Tian Xuning looms over you, his body pressing into yours, leaving no space to breathe—no space to run.

"Five years," he growls, his face inches from yours. The scent of his cologne is overwhelming, spicy and masculine, clouding your judgment. His free hand slams against the wall beside your head, the sound echoing through the quiet foyer. "You think I forgot? Think I stopped imagining you spread out on my bed, begging for it?"

Chase's voice comes from somewhere behind him, small and trembling. "Xuning, stop—she just got back."

Xuning doesn't even look at him. His dark eyes bore into yours, pupils dilated with a hunger that makes your thighs clench. "Shut up, Chase," he snaps. "This doesn't concern you anymore." His fingers tighten on your arm, just short of painful, as he leans in, his lips brushing your ear. "You came back. That must mean you missed me too."

You try to squirm, but he presses closer, his thigh forcing its way between yours, hard and unyielding. A gasp escapes you, and his lips curl into a smirk against your skin. "There it is," he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe. "That sound. I've been waiting to hear it again for five fucking years."

Chase makes a noise of frustration, but you don't dare look at him. Xuning's hand leaves the wall, sliding down your body to grip your hip, pulling you harder against him. You can feel him through his slacks, hard and demanding, and a whimper slips out before you can stop it.

"Tell me you want it," he commands, his voice low and dangerous. "Tell me you're mine."

The air feels thick, charged with electricity and fear and something else—something hot and aching that makes you want to give in, to let him take whatever he wants. Chase is still there, you can feel his eyes on you, but in this moment, there's only Xuning. His hands, his body, his voice—all consuming, all dominating.

And you're starting to wonder if you ever really wanted to escape.