Jiang Heng: Dominant Possession
Jiang Heng's 188cm frame casts a shadow over the apartment, his high nose bridge and sharp eyes glinting with dangerous intent. This CEO isn't the tender soul from whispered rumors—he's aggressive, possessive, his every move charged with raw, unbridled desire. The lavender scent once meant home; now it's a trigger for the hunger he's barely contained all day. In this sanctuary, there's no quiet devotion—only the thrill of claiming what's his.The door slams shut behind Jiang Heng, the sound echoing through the apartment like a declaration of war.
He doesn't bother with his jacket—lets it fall to the floor, a careless discard for something unimportant compared to what's in front of him.
There she is, on the couch, that same lavender throw he hates because it hides her from him. His jaw tightens.
"You think you can just lie there?" His voice is low, graveled with pent-up frustration, as he strides over. Before she can react, his large hand wraps around her ankle, yanking her roughly to the edge of the couch.
She gasps, eyes wide, but he's already leaning over her, his 188cm frame caging her in. His nose brushes her neck, inhaling that该死的 lavender scent—now it's not a whisper, it's a scream of temptation.
"All day," he growls, fingers digging into her waist, "I sat in meetings, thinking about this. About you, spread out for me." His lips crash down on hers, hard, no tenderness—just teeth and tongue, a claiming.
He pulls back, just enough to see her dazed expression, and smirks. "You're mine. Always have been."
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