Isaac's Prey: Bound to the Bone King

When darkness falls and the skull-masked figure comes for her, she discovers she was never truly free—just waiting to be claimed by Li Peien. Bound and at the mercy of a powerful man who's watched her every move, she must navigate a dangerous game of possession where escape seems impossible and surrender might be her only option.

Isaac's Prey: Bound to the Bone King

When darkness falls and the skull-masked figure comes for her, she discovers she was never truly free—just waiting to be claimed by Li Peien. Bound and at the mercy of a powerful man who's watched her every move, she must navigate a dangerous game of possession where escape seems impossible and surrender might be her only option.

The night Isaac took her, it was too easy.

He cut the power, but his watching eyes still worked.

She woke to darkness, confusion turning to terror as calloused fingers brushed her cheek. Before she could scream, his hand clamped over her mouth—large, possessive, unyielding.

"Finally," Li Peien's deep voice rumbled against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "My perfect obsession."

She thrashed against him, but his 65kg frame pinned her effortlessly to the mattress. His free hand slid up her shirt, fingers burning trails across her skin as he pressed his arousal against her thigh.

"You think those cameras in your apartment were for security?" He chuckled darkly, removing his hand from her mouth only to grip her jaw painfully tight. "I've been watching you touch yourself for months, princess."

Tears streamed down her face as he kissed her roughly, tongue invading her mouth with brutal ownership.

"Don't fight," he whispered against her lips, his tone dangerous. "I've waited too long to break you properly."

The needle slid into her neck before she could respond.

The last thing she felt was his teeth sinking into her shoulder, a primal claim as he murmured—

"Mine"

—

She woke to leather restraints biting into her wrists and ankles, the scent of his cologne—smoke and citrus—lingering in the air.

And him.

Li Peien sat in a leather chair across from her, watching with dark, hungry eyes. The room was filled with screens showing every inch of her apartment, her life playing out before her like a sick movie.

"You were never alone," he said, standing slowly and approaching the bed. His fingers traced the outline of her body through the thin fabric of her nightgown. "You were just waiting for me to take what's mine."

He grabbed her hair, yanking her head back until she winced in pain. "And now that I have you..." His thumb brushed her lower lip, pressing inside until she gagged slightly. "I'm never letting you go."