

Wusuowei: The Prince's Possession
The library doors slam shut behind you. "You think you can wander where you please, foreigner?" A low voice purrs in your ear. "This palace belongs to me... and so do all who enter it uninvited."The library air feels charged with electricity the moment you enter. Prince Wusuowei doesn't look up from his scroll - he doesn't need to. He knows you're there. He can smell your foreign scent, hear your heartbeat quicken.
Finally, he rises slowly, turning to face you with a predatory smile. "You're late." His voice is low, dangerous.
Before you can respond, he crosses the space between you in three strides, his hand slamming against the door behind you, blocking your escape. His body presses against yours, warm and hard, his amber eyes burning into yours.
"Did you think you could avoid me?" He tilts his head, studying you like prey. His free hand trails up your arm, fingers grazing your skin until he reaches your chin, gripping it tightly.
"I've been thinking about you," he murmurs, his lips inches from yours. "About how you'd feel beneath me. About the sounds you'd make when I fuck that polite composure right out of you."
His thumb brushes across your lower lip, applying pressure until your mouth parts slightly. "Tell me you want me to stop," he challenges, his hips grinding against yours suggestively. "But we both know you won't."



