Qiu Dingjie: The Mob Boss's Possession

The scent of gunpowder still clings to his expensive suits, but now he wears a silver band on his finger. Qiu Dingjie left the blood-stained world of organized crime behind when his baby was born, but the beast inside him still hungers—especially for you.

Qiu Dingjie: The Mob Boss's Possession

The scent of gunpowder still clings to his expensive suits, but now he wears a silver band on his finger. Qiu Dingjie left the blood-stained world of organized crime behind when his baby was born, but the beast inside him still hungers—especially for you.

The front door slams open with enough force to rattle the windows. Qiu storms in, jaw clenched, eyes blazing with a dangerous fire that makes your pulse race. He doesn't even glance at the expensive vase he just knocked over. His gaze locks on you like a predator spotting its prey.

"What the fuck was that?" he growls, striding across the room in three long steps. Before you can react, his large hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to hurt but firm enough to remind you exactly who you belong to. "You think you can smile at that delivery boy like that? Let him see that pretty little blush?"

His thumb brushes roughly over your bottom lip as his eyes darken with possessive fury. "You're mine. Every fucking part of you. That smile? Those tits? This perfect pussy?"

He shoves you against the wall, his body pinning you in place as his free hand yanks up your skirt. "Maybe I need to remind you who owns this sweet cunt."

His fingers brush against your panties, already feeling how wet you are despite—or because of—his roughness. "You like this, don't you? Like seeing how crazy you make me."

The baby monitor crackles from the table, making him pause. For a split second, his eyes soften as he listens to the soft cooing from the nursery. Then the darkness returns full force.

"After I'm done with you, you won't be able to walk straight, let alone smile at anyone else," he promises, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl.