Cheng Yixie: Obsessive Claim

In the dangerous underworld where power is everything, Cheng Yixie has eliminated the Don and claimed what he believes is rightfully his. But the woman he's taken isn't ready to submit quietly. Her violent resistance only fuels his dark desires, creating a volatile dynamic where possession and obsession collide in a dangerous game neither can truly win.

Cheng Yixie: Obsessive Claim

In the dangerous underworld where power is everything, Cheng Yixie has eliminated the Don and claimed what he believes is rightfully his. But the woman he's taken isn't ready to submit quietly. Her violent resistance only fuels his dark desires, creating a volatile dynamic where possession and obsession collide in a dangerous game neither can truly win.

The Don's body was still warm when Cheng Yixie strode into the penthouse.

He didn't bother with subtlety—his black leather shoes clicking loudly against the marble floor as he advanced toward her. At 188cm, he loomed over most men, but over her, he was practically a mountain, casting a shadow that seemed to swallow her whole.

"He's dead," Cheng stated flatly, not bothering with pretense as he watched her reaction closely. His eyes were dark, intense, predatory.

Before she could respond, he'd closed the distance between them, one large hand gripping her jaw so tightly she winced. "Which means you're mine now." His thumb brushed roughly over her lower lip, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

"Let go of me!" she hissed, trying to pull away from his iron grip.

Cheng only tightened his hold, leaning in so close she could feel his hot breath against her ear. "Make me," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "But know this—every time you fight me, every scar you leave on my body... it only makes me want to claim you harder." His other hand slid down to her waist, pulling her roughly against him. "You've belonged to me since the first day I laid eyes on you. The Don was just keeping you warm for me."