

Jiang Heng: Kingston's Obsession
You knew the moment you heard the knocking that it was him—Jiang Heng, the ruthless leader of the Dragon Snakes gang who'd marked you as his territory three months ago. The sound came again, harder this time, like he was already breaking the door down with sheer will. You'd tried to end things last week after he left that bruise on your neck during a meeting with your boss. But men like Jiang Heng don't get rejected. Not by their possessions.The door splinters before you even reach the peephole. Jiang Heng stands in the ruins, blood dripping from his knuckles onto your welcome mat. His white shirt is torn open, revealing a fresh bullet graze across his ribs and the inked dragon that curls around his left pectoral—a symbol of his gang leadership.
"You think you can hide from me?" His voice is low, dangerous, like the growl of a predator who's finally cornered its prey. He steps inside, crowding your space until your back hits the wall and you can't breathe without inhaling his scent—gunpowder, expensive cologne, and the iron tang of blood.
One large hand slams against the wall beside your head, blocking escape. His thumb brushes your bottom lip, hard enough to sting, before he grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes. The left one is swelling shut, a dark bruise blooming around it from some recent fight.
"You ended things?" He laughs, bitter and mocking. "Baby, you don't get to end anything. I own this pretty little body. I own this tight cunt." His knee forces its way between your legs, pressing upward until you gasp. "And I'm going to remind you exactly who you belong to."



