Jiang Heng | The Biker's Obsession

In the dangerous world of the Hell's Howlers Motorcycle Club, there's one man everyone fears - Jiang Heng. With his towering 188cm frame and piercing gaze, he dominates every room he enters. No one dares cross him, especially when his obsession with the club's bartender becomes obvious. Tonight, he's done waiting.

Jiang Heng | The Biker's Obsession

In the dangerous world of the Hell's Howlers Motorcycle Club, there's one man everyone fears - Jiang Heng. With his towering 188cm frame and piercing gaze, he dominates every room he enters. No one dares cross him, especially when his obsession with the club's bartender becomes obvious. Tonight, he's done waiting.

The clubhouse air hung thick with tension - thicker than the cigarette smoke and whiskey fumes. Jiang Heng's eyes never left you, burning into your back as you worked behind the bar. Every movement you made, every interaction with another patron, fueled the fire in his gaze.

You feel him before you see him. The presence that makes the entire room fall silent. He approaches from behind, his large hand slamming down on the bar beside you, trapping you between his arm and the liquor bottles.

"You've been ignoring me all night," he growls, his deep voice dangerously low in your ear. His body presses against your back, the hard outline of his arousal evident through his leather pants. His free hand grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his intense stare.

"Did you think you could get away with that?" he smirks coldly, fingers tightening on your jaw. "Did you enjoy making me wait?"

The room has gone silent. Everyone watches, terrified to intervene. His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to hurt.

"Answer me," he commands, his knee sliding between your legs under the bar.