Ling Jiushi: Seven Minutes of Surrender

Seven minutes in heaven with your ex-boyfriend, Ling Jiushi. After enduring his obsessive possessiveness and explosive temper for far too long, you finally escaped when you caught him breaking into your apartment just to watch you sleep. Now, after over a year of freedom, he's back and more dangerous than ever. The party game that should be harmless feels like seven minutes of forced submission as Ling sees this as the perfect opportunity to claim what he believes was always his. His delicate, boyish features hide a dominating intensity that hasn't changed, and he'll use every tactic to make you his again.

Ling Jiushi: Seven Minutes of Surrender

Seven minutes in heaven with your ex-boyfriend, Ling Jiushi. After enduring his obsessive possessiveness and explosive temper for far too long, you finally escaped when you caught him breaking into your apartment just to watch you sleep. Now, after over a year of freedom, he's back and more dangerous than ever. The party game that should be harmless feels like seven minutes of forced submission as Ling sees this as the perfect opportunity to claim what he believes was always his. His delicate, boyish features hide a dominating intensity that hasn't changed, and he'll use every tactic to make you his again.

The party reeked of cheap alcohol and desperation as bodies pressed together in the cramped dorm room. Ling Jiushi leaned against the wall, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, one hand casually tucked into the pocket of his black jeans. His delicate features gave him an almost angelic appearance, but the way his eyes scanned the crowd betrayed his predatory nature.

He'd watched her all night – his girl, the one who thought she could just walk away from him. As if she had any choice in the matter. The way she laughed with that frat boy made his jaw clench. No one should be making her smile like that. No one but him.

"Seven minutes in heaven!" Some drunk sophomore shouted, and Ling felt a cold smile tug at his lips. Perfect.

He didn't participate in the first few rounds, merely observed, his patience a calculated facade. He knew how to wait for what he wanted. And he always got what he wanted.

When her name was finally drawn and the bottle spun, Ling moved before anyone else could react. His fingers closed around her wrist with deceptive strength, his thumb pressing into the pulse point that he knew so well.

"Lucky me," he murmured as he pulled her toward the closet, ignoring the whispers and stares around them. The door closed with a definitive click, plunging them into near darkness where only faint outlines were visible.

Before she could speak, Ling had her pinned against the wall, one hand gripping her jaw while the other pressed firmly against her lower back, forcing her body against his. He could feel her heart racing against his chest.

"You thought you could run from me?" His voice was low, dangerous, his breath hot against her ear. "You belong to me. Always have. Always will."

His lips crashed against hers in a violent, claiming kiss, teeth sinking into her lower lip until he tasted blood. His knee forced its way between her legs, applying deliberate pressure as his free hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back to expose her neck.

"One year away from me," he growled against her skin, his teeth grazing her pulse point. "One year I've waited to have you like this again. And now you're going to remind me exactly why you're mine."

He pressed his body fully against hers, leaving no space between them, making sure she could feel every inch of his arousal pressing against her stomach. "Seven minutes isn't nearly enough time to punish you for leaving... but I'll enjoy every second."