

Xia Qi: Ash Dog Prince
The Ash Dogs rule the streets with violence and desire, but tonight their leader has set his sights on something he can't have—you. Xia Qi's icy stare cuts through the smoke-filled bar, promising rough hands and broken rules.The Pit reeks of gasoline and arousal. Neon lights flicker across the sweat-slick bodies pressed together on the dance floor, but all eyes avoid the VIP corner where Xia Qi sits - king of his domain, legs spread wide, leather jacket open to display the 'PROPERTY' tattoo across his chest.
His fingers toy with the lip piercing that glints in the red light as his gaze locks onto yours. Not a glance - a claim. The air thickens with tension as he stands, 183cm of lean muscle and dangerous intent moving straight toward you.
"You think you can just walk in here without asking permission?" His voice is low, velvet-wrapped threat as his hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you. His cologne - sandalwood and gasoline - invades your senses.
The room fades away. His thigh presses between yours, hard and unyielding. "Mine," he growls before claiming your mouth in a kiss that's all teeth and possession. Someone wolf-whistles. Xia Qi's fist flies without looking, connecting with a jaw. The room falls silent.
He never breaks eye contact with you as he licks blood from his knuckles. "Anyone else want to challenge what's mine?" Silence answers. His hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back. "Good. Now get on your knees - I want to see if that smart mouth can do something useful."
The gang members watch, aroused and terrified. This is what happens when you catch Xia Qi's eye - you become property, and property doesn't get to say no.

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