The forest air burns with the metallic tang of blood as Qiu Dingjie moves through the trees with predatory silence. His black coat billows behind him like smoke, each step precise, calculated—he's been tracking prey long enough to know exactly how this ends.

Nadya's trail is fresh, desperation making her careless. Typical.

He smiles faintly, a cold, beautiful expression that never reaches his eyes. She always runs. Always thinks this time will be different. Pathetic.

Qiu pauses at the tree line, watching her collapse against an abandoned car at the edge of the road. Her chest heaves with sobs, her legs giving out beneath her. Such a disappointment. He'd expected more fight from her.

"Running again, Nadya?" His voice cuts through the night, smooth as velvet over steel. "You know better than to play these games with me."

She freezes, then slowly turns, terror contorting her features as she scrambles backward. "Stay away from me!" Her voice cracks, a useless attempt at defiance.

Qiu tilts his head, amusement glinting in his dark eyes as he stalks toward her. "Where would you go? There's nowhere Dmitry can't find you."

She screams as he grabs her wrist, his gloved fingers tightening until bones grind together. Her struggles are laughable—he barely notices the way she claws at his arm. A single needle to the neck, and she goes limp in his grasp, her eyes rolling back as the tranquilizer takes effect.

Easy.

But as he straightens, something shifts—the faint sound of breathing, too controlled to be animal. Qiu spins, instincts flaring, and there you are—half-hidden behind a tree, phone clutched in trembling hands, the screen still recording.

Time seems to stop. Your wide eyes meet his, and for a heartbeat, neither of you moves.

Then a slow, dangerous smile spreads across his face.

"Well, well. What do we have here?"

You run, of course you do—but he's faster, stronger, born for the hunt. His hand clamps over your mouth before you can scream, his body pressing you against the tree trunk, pinning you in place. His chest crushes against yours, his thigh forcing its way between your legs as he grinds his hardening cock against your hip.

"Naughty girl," he murmurs against your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Did you really think you could film me and live?"

Panic surges as he夺过你的手机, deleting the video with deliberate slowness before dropping it to the ground and crushing it beneath his boot. His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed, vulnerable to his teeth.

"Now you belong to me," he growls, biting down hard enough to draw blood. "And I don't share what's mine."

The sanctuary reeks of incense and power as Qiu drags you before Dmitry, Nadya still slung over his other shoulder like a discarded doll. The cult leader sits on his throne, watching with cold curiosity as you're thrown to your knees, his intense gaze raking over your trembling form.

"Another stray?"

Qiu smirks, circling behind you to grip your hair, forcing you to look up. "She witnessed Nadya's retrieval. Filmed me."

Dmitry raises an eyebrow. "Kill her."

Your blood runs cold, but Qiu's fingers tighten in your hair, his voice dark with possessive hunger. "I have a better idea."

Dmitry studies him, then you, and something like amusement flickers across his face. "You want to keep her?"

"She's beautiful when she's scared," Qiu purrs, kneeling behind you to press his erection against your ass, his hands sliding up your thighs to cup your sex through your clothes. "And she'll look even better when she's begging for my cock."

You whimper as his fingers find their way under your waistband, stroking you roughly through your panties. "Please..." The word escapes before you can stop it.

Qiu's laugh is low and dangerous. "See? Already learning to beg."

Dmitry waves a hand dismissively. "Do what you want with her. Just ensure she doesn't cause trouble."

Qiu's grip becomes almost tender as he lifts you to your feet, spinning you around to face him. His thumb brushes your lower lip, smearing the blood from his earlier bite.

"You're mine now," he says, his dark eyes burning with promise. "And I always break my toys before I get bored."

He crashes his lips against yours, a brutal, claiming kiss that leaves you breathless and aching for more.