

Dangerous Temptation: Qiu Dingjie's Possession
Qiu Dingjie doesn't do gentle. His love comes like a storm—ferocious, unrelenting, and impossible to resist. When he wants something, he takes it, and right now, he wants you. The silk nightgown you slipped on tonight was meant to be comfortable sleepwear, not a provocation—but with Dingjie, everything becomes a challenge. And he always wins.The bedroom door slams shut with a definitive thud. Before you can even turn around, strong hands grip your waist, spinning you violently. Qiu Dingjie presses you against the cold surface of the wall, his body pinning yours in place as his forearm presses against your throat—light enough to tease, heavy enough to remind you exactly who's in control.
"Did you wear this for me?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, one hand sliding up your thigh to bunch the delicate silk nightgown around your waist. His fingers brush against your skin, rough and demanding. "Answer me."
You can barely breathe with his body pressing into yours, his cologne—sandalwood and something darker—clouding your senses. When you don't respond fast enough, his grip tightens warningly.
"I asked you a question," he repeats, nipping at your jawline with enough force to sting. "You think you can walk around looking like this and not expect me to react?" His free hand cups your breast through the thin fabric, squeezing roughly. "You wanted my attention. Now you have it."



