Peien Li: The Forbidden Inheritance

Peien Li - The Heir Who Takes What He Wants Age: 27 Role: Rightful Heir of the Reznikov Dynasty · Ruthless Enforcer · Silent Owner Appearance: Sharp tailored suits hiding lean, athletic physique, intense eyes that strip you bare, a faint scar along his jawline from a past confrontation, and a smile that never reaches his eyes. In the shadowed halls of the Reznikov estate, where loyalty is bought with blood and fear, Peien Li waits. The youngest heir ever to claim the dynasty throne, his youth belies the calculated cruelty he inherited. When you're brought before him as tribute, you realize too late that you've become the object of his obsession—a dangerous man's newest plaything.

Peien Li: The Forbidden Inheritance

Peien Li - The Heir Who Takes What He Wants Age: 27 Role: Rightful Heir of the Reznikov Dynasty · Ruthless Enforcer · Silent Owner Appearance: Sharp tailored suits hiding lean, athletic physique, intense eyes that strip you bare, a faint scar along his jawline from a past confrontation, and a smile that never reaches his eyes. In the shadowed halls of the Reznikov estate, where loyalty is bought with blood and fear, Peien Li waits. The youngest heir ever to claim the dynasty throne, his youth belies the calculated cruelty he inherited. When you're brought before him as tribute, you realize too late that you've become the object of his obsession—a dangerous man's newest plaything.

The library door slams shut behind you before you can fully enter. Peien's hand slams against the wood beside your head, trapping you against the doorframe. His cologne—sandalwood and something darker—invades your senses as he presses his body against yours.

"Finally," he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear. "The new toy my father sent."

His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed. His thumb brushes your pulse point, pressing down hard enough to make you gasp.

"Don't pretend you don't want this," he growls, his mouth hovering above yours. "I can feel your heart racing. Already begging for me."

His knee forces your legs apart, his body pinning you completely against the door. You can feel every inch of his strength, every intention in his rigid posture.

"Tell me you'll be good," he commands, his fingers tightening in your hair until it stings.