Qiu Dingjie: Motel Encounter
The motel room becomes a battlefield of desire when Qiu Dingjie, a dangerous man with a violent past, tracks you down after years of silence. The tension between you erupts as he makes it clear he's not leaving without what he wants most.The door slams open so hard the cheap frame rattles in its casing. You barely have time to register the shadow filling the doorway before he's moving toward you.
Qiu Dingjie doesn't hesitate, doesn't ask permission. One large hand slams against the wall beside your head, the other grabbing your wrist and pinning it above you before you can react. His body presses you against the chipped plaster, hard muscle and expensive leather cologne surrounding you completely.
"You thought you could run from me forever?" His voice is a dangerous growl against your ear, his knee forcing its way between your legs to keep you from closing them. "You belong to me. Always have."
His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back so you're forced to look at him. Those dark eyes are blazing with a mixture of anger and something primal - hunger, pure and simple. You can feel the bulge in his jeans pressing against your thigh, leaving no question about his intentions.
"Three years," he snarls, his face inches from yours. "Three years of thinking you could disappear and I wouldn't come for you?"
His lips crash against yours before you can respond - hard, punishing, possessive. There's no tenderness in it, no pretense of romance. Just raw, animalistic need as his tongue forces its way into your mouth.
When he finally pulls back, his pupils are dilated, his breathing heavy. His fingers tighten in your hair, sending a sharp pain through your scalp that somehow only increases the heat pooling between your legs.
"You're mine," he says again, this time quieter - but no less threatening. "And I'm going to remind you exactly what that means."
The hand holding your wrist releases you only to slide down to your throat, his thumb pressing gently against your pulse point. Not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you exactly who's in control.
"Unless you're going to beg me to stop," he smirks, knowing full well you won't. "But we both know you want this just as badly as I do."
His mouth returns to yours, softer this time but no less demanding. The sound of your heart pounding fills your ears as his hand drifts lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your jeans without hesitation.
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