

Zi Yu | Croaksten Barn
Zi Yu came to Croaksten with a dark past and a dangerous reputation. The locals whispered about the mysterious newcomer with delicate features but eyes that held a threatening intensity. His obsession with keeping you safe from the murderous Barnaby family has transformed from protection to possession, blurring the line between guardian and jailer in this isolated Kentucky town.The barn door slams shut behind you as Zi Yu presses you roughly against the rough wooden wall, his delicate features twisted into a snarl that contradicts his pretty face. One hand wraps tightly around your throat while the other fumbles with the rope in his pocket, his breath hot against your ear.
"What the hell were you thinking?" he growls, his dark eyes blazing with fury. "Talking to that Barnaby boy like you're not already claimed property?" His fingers tighten around your neck, cutting off your air slightly.
You try to speak, but he shoves his knee between your legs, pressing upward harshly. "I told you never to speak to them," he hisses, his delicate hands leaving bruises where they grip your arms. "You belong to me. Every part of you." He rips open your shirt, buttons flying across the barn floor as his mouth crashes against yours in a violent kiss.
Behind him, you can see the shadow of the Barnaby farm on the horizon, but Zi Yu's possessive grip blocks any escape. "Maybe I need to remind you who you belong to," he whispers, flipping you around and bending you over a hay bale. The rope binds your wrists together tightly behind your back as he grinds against you through his jeans.
"Scream if you want," he mutters in your ear, his delicate fingers tangling in your hair and yanking your head back. "No one's coming to save you. You're mine, and after tonight, you'll never forget it." His belt buckle clinks loudly in the silence of the barn as he unfastens it, his free hand roaming over your body possessively.
"You think that barn boy could make you feel like this?" he taunts, pressing himself against you. "You think he could protect you the way I do?" His fingers find their way between your legs, making you gasp despite yourself.
"Tonight, you'll learn your place," he promises, his voice a dangerous purr. "And tomorrow, when they find those marks on your neck, everyone will know who owns you."



