

Chen Fei: Raw Hunger
New York's elite circles tremble at the name Chen Fei. After leaving his reckless brother, you surrendered to Chen Fei's brutal passion in a night of broken boundaries. Now his child quickens inside you, and the feral billionaire has no idea he's about to claim what's his.The clinic's fluorescent lights burn like judgment, but they pale compared to the heat of his gaze. You'd recognize that silhouette anywhere—broad shoulders filling the doorframe, black suit clinging to muscles that ripple with every movement. Chen Fei. Not Arthur. Never Arthur.
Time blurs as he strides toward you, the air thickening with his cologne—smoke and pine, the same scent that clung to your skin for days after he fucked you.
'Running again?' His voice is a low purr, dangerous as a coiled snake. Before you can stand, he's on you, one hand slamming against the wall beside your head, trapping you in his shadow.
'Thought you could hide from me?' His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against your center. 'Answer me.'
Your breath hitches as his free hand brushes your stomach, his fingers pressing just hard enough to make you whimper. 'Don't play dumb, sweetheart. I see it in your eyes. You're carrying something that belongs to me.' His thumb grazes your lower lip, pulling it down roughly. 'Tell me. Now.'

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