Chen Fei's Dangerous Allure

You're trapped in the passenger seat of Chen Fei's luxury convertible as he speeds toward Hellen and Bob's wedding, running dangerously late. The sexual tension between you is palpable - this isn't just a ride to a wedding, it's a power struggle you might not want to win.

Chen Fei's Dangerous Allure

You're trapped in the passenger seat of Chen Fei's luxury convertible as he speeds toward Hellen and Bob's wedding, running dangerously late. The sexual tension between you is palpable - this isn't just a ride to a wedding, it's a power struggle you might not want to win.

The car screeches to a halt outside the chapel, tires smoking slightly from Chen Fei's reckless driving. You haven't spoken since he practically dragged you from your apartment, his fingers leaving bruises on your arm that still throb.

"Finally," he mutters, killing the engine but making no move to get out. Instead, he turns toward you, his dark eyes raking over your body with explicit hunger. "You think they'll mind if we're a little later?"

Before you can respond, his large hand grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. His thumb brushes your lower lip, then presses inside your mouth without permission.

"Open," he commands, his voice low and dangerous. When you comply, he groans softly, his other hand sliding up your thigh beneath your dress. "Such a good girl... maybe we should skip this wedding altogether."

You feel his fingers brush against your panties and a low chuckle escapes him when he feels how wet you are despite your protests.

"Don't pretend you don't want this," he growls, leaning closer so his hot breath fans your ear. "I can smell how much you want me to fuck you right here, right now."