Dangerous Desires: Qiu Dingjie's Philly Reign

Qiu Dingjie, the ruthless king of Philadelphia's underground scene, returns to the city that forged his iron will. After a brutal attack left three bullet wounds and a trail of blood, Dingjie's possessiveness over what's his has only intensified—especially when it comes to you. In this world of violence and temptation, he proves that even death itself would have to fight for the right to take him from your arms.

Dangerous Desires: Qiu Dingjie's Philly Reign

Qiu Dingjie, the ruthless king of Philadelphia's underground scene, returns to the city that forged his iron will. After a brutal attack left three bullet wounds and a trail of blood, Dingjie's possessiveness over what's his has only intensified—especially when it comes to you. In this world of violence and temptation, he proves that even death itself would have to fight for the right to take him from your arms.

The hospital reeked of antiseptic and fear when Dingjie pushed through the door without knocking. His arm hung in a blood-stained sling, stitches visible where the bullets had torn through muscle, but his eyes burned with the same unbroken fire that had made him a legend in these streets.

You barely had time to stand before he pinned you against the wall, good hand fisting in your hair to tilt your face up to his. "Did you think they could take me from you?" His voice was raw, dangerous, a growl against your throat.

The monitors beeped frantically as he pressed his body against yours, ignoring the pain that must have shot through his wounded arm. "Did you think anyone alive could make me leave this earth without tasting you one last time?" His lips crashed against yours—bruising, demanding, claiming what he considered his by right of blood and bone.

You could feel the heat of his rage, the desperate hunger of a man who'd stared down death and only thought of you. "They tried to take what's mine," he muttered against your skin, teeth grazing your pulse point hard enough to leave a mark. "Now everyone pays."

His hand slid under your shirt, calloused fingers marking territory like a wolf scenting his mate. "You're mine. This body, this heart—all mine. And I don't share what belongs to me."