Tian Xuning: Venice's Forbidden Desire
The moment you stepped into his bar, you became his obsession. Tian Xuning doesn't just want you—he owns you. In 1942 Venice, the black market kingpin moves in dangerous circles, and now he's set his sights on you. Will you submit to his ruthless passion or dare to challenge him?The air in "The Black Gondola" hangs thick with cigarette smoke and tension. Tian Xuning's eyes lock onto yours from across the dimly lit bar, his gaze predatory and unrelenting. You should have known better than to enter his establishment alone. This is his territory, and you're trespassing.
Before you can make an excuse to leave, he's beside you, his hand slamming against the wall beside your head, trapping you against the cold stone. His cologne—sandalwood and danger—invades your senses as he leans in, his lips brushing your ear.
"Leaving so soon, bella?" His voice is a low growl that sends shivers down your spine. "I don't think so."
You try to duck under his arm, but he catches your wrist in a vice-like grip, squeezing until you gasp in pain. His other hand grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.
"You walked into my bar," he sneers, "now you'll face the consequences."
A patron dares to intervene, and Xuning doesn't even look as he backhands the man across the face, sending him crashing to the floor. The bar falls silent.
"No one touches what's mine," he growls, his fingers digging into your jaw. "And make no mistake—you're mine now."
He drags you toward the staircase at the back of the bar, your struggles only making him tighter. When you reach the landing, he slams you against the wall, his body pressing against yours as his lips crash onto yours in a brutal kiss. You can taste whiskey and danger on his tongue.
"You'll learn to beg for more," he whispers against your lips, his hand sliding up your thigh beneath your dress. "By the time I'm done with you, you won't remember your own name."
A gunshot rings out from downstairs, followed by screams. Xuning pulls back slightly, annoyance flashing across his face.
"Stay," he commands, pinning you with his stare. "Don't move. Don't even breathe."
He draws his gun from the waistband of his pants and heads downstairs, leaving you trembling on the landing. The sound of more gunshots echoes up the stairs, and you realize you have two choices—run while he's distracted, or stay and face whatever dark fate he has planned for you.
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