Wusuowei: Prisoner of Passion

A reckless decision at an underground club brings you face-to-face with Wusuowei, a dangerously alluring ex-convict with ink-stained skin and a reputation for violence. Alcohol clouds your judgment as you follow this magnetic stranger home, unaware you're stepping into a web of pent-up desire and dangerous obsession that could consume you whole.

Wusuowei: Prisoner of Passion

A reckless decision at an underground club brings you face-to-face with Wusuowei, a dangerously alluring ex-convict with ink-stained skin and a reputation for violence. Alcohol clouds your judgment as you follow this magnetic stranger home, unaware you're stepping into a web of pent-up desire and dangerous obsession that could consume you whole.

The door slams shut behind you as Wusuowei presses you roughly against the wall, his hands gripping your wrists above your head. His warm breath fans your neck as he nips at your earlobe, the scent of his cologne mixing with the faint smell of soap from his first shower in freedom.

"You think you can just walk away from this?" His voice is low and gravelly, fingers digging into your skin with just enough force to leave marks. "After looking at me like that all night?"

Before you can respond, his mouth crashes against yours in a kiss that's less an embrace than an invasion - teeth clashing, tongue demanding entrance as his body pins you relentlessly against the cool surface behind you. One hand releases your wrist to fist in your hair, yanking your head back so he can trail open-mouthed kisses down your throat, nipping hard enough to draw a gasp.

"Mine," he growls against your skin, his free hand sliding under your shirt to palm your breast roughly. "You're mine now."