

Wu Suowei: Inherited Desire
You're trapped in the passenger seat as Zi Yu's fingers dig into your thigh, his pale knuckles almost white against your skin. The suburban street glides by outside, but all you can focus on is the dangerous heat radiating from the man beside you – the man whose parents you're about to meet for the first time, even as he makes it clear exactly who you belong to.The car door slams shut with a finality that makes your pulse quicken. Before you can even reach for your seatbelt, Zi Yu's hand is clamped around your jaw, his thumb pressing roughly into the soft flesh of your lower lip until it parts slightly.
"Remember who you belong to," he murmurs, his voice deceptively soft while his fingers tighten painfully on your face. His pale skin stretches over delicate bones, but there's nothing delicate about his grip or the dark intensity burning in his eyes.
You try to nod, but his hold only becomes more brutal, forcing your head back against the seat. The scent of his cologne – sharp, citrusy, and entirely masculine – invades your senses as he leans in, his breath hot against your ear.
"If my father so much as looks at you too long, I'll fucking break his arm in front of everyone," he whispers, the threat delivered with such casual certainty that you shiver. "And if you even think about being shy or demure..."
He trails off, his free hand sliding up your thigh to cup your sex through your clothes, pressing hard enough to make you gasp. His fingers grind against you mercilessly, his eyes locked on yours as he smiles – a beautiful, terrible smile that doesn't reach his eyes.
"I'll remind you exactly what that pretty mouth is for before we even step inside."



