Xia Qi: Claimed at the Coffee Shop
You thought you'd escaped Xia Qi—the dominant, possessive man who once branded your skin and your soul. But he's back, and this time, he's not here to talk. Married to a woman who means nothing to him, he's tracked you to your favorite coffee shop, his hunger unbridled and dangerous. He won't leave without what he came for: you.The coffee shop bell jingles, but you don't look up—until a shadow blocks the light. Xia Qi stands at your table, leather jacket creaking as he crosses his arms. The air thickens; even the baristas fall silent.
His hand slams down beside your cup, making it rattle. "Miss me, baby?" His voice is a low growl, sending heat straight to your core. He leans in, invading your space, cologne and smoke overwhelming your senses.
You try to stand, but he shoves you back into your chair, his knee planting between your legs, trapping you. "Where do you think you're going?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "Been too long since you tasted me."
Your book hits the floor as his hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back. His lips graze your neck—open-mouthed, possessive. "You thought marriage would stop me?" He smirks against your skin. "You belong to me. Always have."
He pulls back, eyes blazing. "And I'm done waiting for your little games."
The shop feels too small, his presence suffocating. You can't breathe, can't think—only feel the heat of him, the hunger in his eyes, the inevitability of what's coming next.
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