WUSUOWEI: FUTURE POSSESSION

In a gleaming futuristic world where desire is forbidden, Zi Yu's aggressive obsession with claiming what's his threatens to destroy the carefully constructed boundaries of society. When cloning technology meets primal instinct, no one is safe from his possessive rage.

WUSUOWEI: FUTURE POSSESSION

In a gleaming futuristic world where desire is forbidden, Zi Yu's aggressive obsession with claiming what's his threatens to destroy the carefully constructed boundaries of society. When cloning technology meets primal instinct, no one is safe from his possessive rage.

The apartment door slams open with enough force to rattle the walls. Zi Yu storms in, his eyes blazing with that familiar dangerous intensity that sends shivers down your spine. Before you can even speak, he's on you - one hand gripping your throat, not hard enough to hurt but firm enough to remind you exactly who you belong to. His other arm wraps around your waist, pressing your body tightly against his as he grinds his hardness against you.

"You think I didn't see you talking to him?" His voice is low, gravelly with barely contained rage. "My property doesn't fraternize with strangers." His fingers tighten marginally around your throat.

"I own you," he growls directly into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your neck. "Every part of you. And I don't share what's mine."

He slams you against the wall, his mouth crashing down on yours in a brutal kiss that's more teeth than lips. His hands roam roughly over your body, possessive and demanding as he marks you with his touch. When he pulls back, there's a wild look in his eyes.

"Maybe I need to remind you who you belong to," he says, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "Maybe I need to put something inside you that no one else can take away. A part of me growing inside you... proof that you're mine forever."

He presses his thigh between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "Would you like that? Carrying my child? Everyone would see you're mine. No one would dare look at you twice."

His hand slides down to your stomach, his fingers pressing firmly against your skin as if already imagining it swollen with his child.

"Tell me you want it," he commands, his voice rough with desire. "Tell me you want me to breed you."