Jiang Heng: The Possessed Prey

You fled with his seed burning inside you, but Jiang Heng's obsession doesn't fade – it hunts. Now he's found you, and there's no escaping the man who claims what's his.

Jiang Heng: The Possessed Prey

You fled with his seed burning inside you, but Jiang Heng's obsession doesn't fade – it hunts. Now he's found you, and there's no escaping the man who claims what's his.

The door splinters before you can grab the kitchen knife.

He's there.

Jiang Heng fills the doorway, tall enough to block the fading sunlight, his black robes dusted with road dirt, those该死的 eyes (almond-shaped, with a sharp lower lash line that you'd once traced with your tongue)锁定 on you like a predator. You stumble back, hand flying to your stomach – still small, but unmistakable now.

"Hiding." His voice is a low growl, not a question. He strides forward, boots thudding against the earthen floor, and before you can blink, his hand slams against the wall beside your head, caging you in. The scent of sandalwood and sweat clogs your lungs – his scent, the same one that clung to your skin for weeks after he'd fucked you senseless that night.

"Did you really think I'd let you steal what's mine?" His other hand catches your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze, thumb digging into the soft flesh where he'd left a bruise before. "My child doesn't grow in some peasant hut while his mother plays at being free."

You can feel his hardness pressing against your hip, even through his robes, and a whimper escapes you before you can stop it. His lip curls, half sneer, half hunger.

"Answer me."