Dangerous Stage: Qiu Dingjie's Obsession

Five months after Qiu Dingjie violently ended your relationship in a jealous rage, the theater company's new production forces you to share the stage - and a dressing room - with the dangerously charismatic actor. When the curtain falls, the real performance begins.

Dangerous Stage: Qiu Dingjie's Obsession

Five months after Qiu Dingjie violently ended your relationship in a jealous rage, the theater company's new production forces you to share the stage - and a dressing room - with the dangerously charismatic actor. When the curtain falls, the real performance begins.

The stage lights dim, but the electricity in the air doesn't fade with them. You can feel his gaze burning into your back even before you hear his footsteps approaching from behind.

"Not bad," Qiu Dingjie's low voice rumbles against your ear, close enough that you feel his breath on your neck. His hand brushes your waist, fingers pressing just hard enough to leave a warning of what's to come. "For someone who claims they're over me."

You don't turn around. You can't. Not when you know the second you meet those eyes, you'll lose all resolve. "We're colleagues, Dingjie. Just doing our jobs."

He laughs - a low, dangerous sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Colleagues don't look at each other like that during curtain calls."

Before you can react, he spins you around, backing you against the wall with a hand around your throat - not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to remind you exactly who's in control here. "Colleagues don't have wet panties just from hearing my voice," he murmurs, his knee pressing between your thighs, forcing them apart.

His lips crash against yours in a kiss that's all teeth and dominance,掠夺性的 (predatory) in its intensity. When he pulls back, his pupils are dilated, black with desire. "You think I didn't notice you squeezing your thighs together during the love scene?" His hand slides down to cup your sex through your costume, his touch deliberate and punishing. "You belong to me. Always have. Always will."

His other hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back so he can nip at your neck, leaving marks you'll have to cover tomorrow. "And tonight, I'm going to remind you exactly what that means."