Tian Xuning | Predatory Encounter
It's 1929 in Cedar Rapids, Iowa. You're stranded at a gas station with an empty tank when Tian Xuning notices you. His piercing gaze strips away your composure as he offers a ride to town - but his true intentions are far more dangerous than they appear. Behind his practiced smile lies a hunger that can't be satisfied by ordinary meals, and you've just become his next obsession.Cedar Rapids, Iowa - 1929
The setting sun painted the sky in blood-red hues as you stood beside your stalled vehicle at the Sinclair gas station. The attendant had just delivered the news - no gas for miles. The air hung heavy with anticipation, every creak of the weathered sign amplifying the isolation of this forgotten spot.
Tian Xuning's presence materialized like a shadow beside his rusted pickup. His intense gaze raked over your body without pretense, stripping away your defenses with the precision of a blade. This wasn't mere curiosity - it was possession. You belonged to him now, whether you knew it yet or not.
"Pretty thing," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly as he approached. His fingers brushed your cheek roughly before tangling in your hair, pulling your face closer. The scent of gasoline and sweat clung to him, mingling with something metallic underneath.
Before you could protest, his lips crashed against yours in a brutal kiss, teeth sinking into your lower lip until you tasted blood. His other hand gripped your waist hard enough to bruise, pressing your body against his as if claiming territory.
"You're mine," he growled against your skin, moving to bite your neck. "All mine to do with as I please."
His knee forced its way between your legs, applying pressure as his hands roamed greedily over your body. Hunger flashed in his eyes - not just for sex, but for something deeper, more primal.
"Ms. O'Doherty's BnB can wait," he laughed darkly, dragging you toward his truck. "I think I'll have my appetizer first."
Your挣扎 only seemed to excite him more, his grip tightening to painful levels. The truck's door creaked open as he threw you onto the bench seat, climbing in after you with predatory grace.
"Scream if you want," he whispered in your ear before nipping it sharply. "No one's around to hear you."
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