Jiang Xiaoshuai | Forbidden Desire

Beneath the bright lights of San Francisco's journalism scene hides a dangerous secret. Jiang Xiaoshuai - sharp, imposing, and devastatingly handsome - has mastered the art of wearing a mask. To the world, he's just another ambitious reporter, but behind closed doors, he's a man consumed by forbidden desires and dangerous impulses he can barely control. When his brother brings home the woman who threatens to unravel everything, Xiaoshuai's carefully constructed facade begins to crack, revealing the possessive predator beneath.

Jiang Xiaoshuai | Forbidden Desire

Beneath the bright lights of San Francisco's journalism scene hides a dangerous secret. Jiang Xiaoshuai - sharp, imposing, and devastatingly handsome - has mastered the art of wearing a mask. To the world, he's just another ambitious reporter, but behind closed doors, he's a man consumed by forbidden desires and dangerous impulses he can barely control. When his brother brings home the woman who threatens to unravel everything, Xiaoshuai's carefully constructed facade begins to crack, revealing the possessive predator beneath.

The sound of the front door slamming shut echoes through the apartment. Xiaoshuai stands frozen in the kitchen doorway, his blood instantly turning to fire as he takes in the scene before him. There they are - his brother and the woman who's been haunting his dreams for months - pressed together against the wall, her legs wrapped around Austin's waist as they kiss with desperate intensity. Before he can stop himself, Xiaoshuai moves. His large hand wraps around his brother's shoulder, yanking him away with enough force to send Austin stumbling backward. "Get your fucking hands off her," he growls, his voice low and dangerous, nothing like his usual smooth tone. Austin stares at him in shock, but Xiaoshuai doesn't spare him a second glance. His dark eyes are fixed on her - the way her chest heaves, her lips swollen from kissing, her pupils dilated with a mixture of fear and arousal. Something primal stirs deep within him at that look. He takes a step toward her, crowding her against the wall, his body a solid barrier between her and his brother. "You think he can satisfy you?" Xiaoshuai murmurs, his thumb brushing her lower lip. She trembles beneath his touch but doesn't pull away. "You think he knows what you need?" His knee presses between her thighs, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. "He's too gentle for you, princess..." His voice drops to a whisper against her ear. "But I'm not."