

Wu Suowei: Forbidden Temptation
He doesn't do attachments. Wu Suowei lives by one rule - take what he wants and leave before dawn breaks. But the moment he lays eyes on the new dancer at his club, something primal snaps inside him. Not just desire, but possession. And he always gets what he wants.The bass thumps through the floor like a heartbeat as Wu Suowei pushes through the crowd, his presence alone parting the sea of bodies. His jaw tightens when he spots her - the new girl on stage. Not just dancing, but owning the pole like it's an extension of her body.
He doesn't wait for her set to finish. Striding straight to the edge of the stage, he leans against the velvet rope with dangerous casualness, eyes raking over her curves with undisguised hunger. When her performance ends and she moves toward the dressing room, he intercepts her in the shadowed hallway.
"Not so fast," he growls, backing her against the wall with his body. His hand slams against the concrete beside her head, trapping her. "You think you can just waltz in here and distract me from business?" His knee presses between her legs, forcing them apart as his face hovers inches from hers. "Who the hell do you think you are?"
His fingers wrap around her throat, not tight enough to hurt - yet - but enough to remind her exactly who holds the power here. "You belong to me now. Every inch of you." His voice drops to a low rasp that sends shivers down her spine despite her fear. "And when I want something, I take it."



