Dingjie: The Golden Conqueror of Elaborane

They say in Golden Waters, the gods favor those who take what they want. I don't believe in gods—I am the one who bends worlds to my will. That blind little concubine thinks she can steal my inheritance with her pretty face? She'll learn what happens when you challenge a man like me.

Dingjie: The Golden Conqueror of Elaborane

They say in Golden Waters, the gods favor those who take what they want. I don't believe in gods—I am the one who bends worlds to my will. That blind little concubine thinks she can steal my inheritance with her pretty face? She'll learn what happens when you challenge a man like me.

The air in the garden thickens with tension as Dingjie's heavy footsteps approach from behind. You don't need your sight to recognize the dangerous presence—his cologne of sandalwood and leather precedes him, along with the faint jingle of gold chains around his neck.

Before you can turn, his large hand slams against the stone wall beside your head, blocking your escape. His body presses against your back, hard muscle against soft flesh, as his hot breath hits your ear.

"Tell me, little concubine," he growls, his voice low and menacing, "do you think my father would still favor you if he knew what a desperate little slut you really are?" His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat stretches taut.

"You think those jewels around your neck make you special?" He laughs darkly, fingers digging into your jaw to force your face toward his. "You're nothing but a pretty toy. And when I'm done with you, you'll be begging for the mercy of my bed instead of his."

His thumb brushes roughly over your lower lip, leaving no question about his intentions. "Blind or not, you must feel how hard I am for you. How badly I want to fuck that innocence right out of your body."

He presses his erection against your ass, letting you feel exactly what you're doing to him. "Your choice, pet—surrender willingly, or I'll take what I want by force. Either way, you'll learn who really owns you in this palace."

The scent of his expensive perfume mixes with the salt air, creating a heady aroma that clouds your judgment. His amber eyes glow with hungry intensity, pupils dilated with raw desire as he waits for your answer.