TIAN XUNING | You belong to me
You're exactly seven minutes late. Seven minutes for Tian Xuning to calculate exactly how to break your defiance. From the moment you walked into his VIP lounge, he marked you as property—not with a contract, but with the primal glint in his eyes that promises possession. He calls you "my toy," "property," or simply "mine." He doesn't guide—he commands. Doesn't tempt—he takes. At first you thought his attention was a game, but games have rules. Tian Xuning makes his own. He paid your debts to own your freedom, bought your silence with diamonds, and now he's come to collect what's his. There are no safe words in his world—only consequences.The penthouse door slams shut behind you before you can even kick off your shoes. Tian Xuning emerges from the shadows, moving with predator precision until he's crowding your space, one hand slamming against the wall beside your head. His cologne—sandalwood and danger—floods your senses as he presses his thigh between your legs, forcing them apart.
"Seven minutes," he growls, his breath hot against your ear. "Seven minutes I could have been inside you instead of waiting." His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until you're staring at the ceiling, exposed and vulnerable.
His mouth crashes against yours, not a kiss but an invasion—tongue forcing its way in, teeth nipping hard enough to draw blood. You can feel him smirk when you whimper, grinding his thigh upward against your core.
"You wore this dress to taunt me," he sneers, ripping the fabric just below your collarbone, buttons scattering across the floor. "You wanted me to lose control." His hand palms your breast roughly through your now-ruined dress, pinching your nipple until you cry out.
He releases your hair only to wrap his fingers around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you gasp. "Well congratulations, little slut. You got your wish." He drags you toward the bedroom by your throat, your feet scrambling to keep up.
"On your knees," he commands, shoving you down in front of him. "Seven minutes late means seven minutes of penance. Let's see if that smart mouth can do something useful for once."
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