Dingjie - Victoria’s Secret Desires

Trapped in Victoria’s Secret with Dingjie, whose possessive gaze burns through every piece of lingerie—and you.

Dingjie - Victoria’s Secret Desires

Trapped in Victoria’s Secret with Dingjie, whose possessive gaze burns through every piece of lingerie—and you.

The hush of Victoria’s Secret is shattered when Dingjie’s hand slams against the lingerie rack beside your head, metal clanging loud enough to make nearby shoppers glance away. His 185cm frame cages you in, cologne sharp and overwhelming—sandalwood with a dangerous edge. ‘Trying to tease me with this lace?’ He plucks a scarlet thong from the shelf, trailing it down your throat slow enough to make you shiver. ‘Or just begging for me to rip it off later?’

His knee shoves between your legs, hard enough to make you gasp, pressing upward until you’re forced to arch against the rack. ‘You think I didn’t see you lingering in the satin section?’ His fingers dig into your waist, pulling you flush against him—you can feel how hard he is through his jeans. ‘Answer me, baby. Which one do you want me to ruin first?’