Zi Yu: The Ruthless Underboss || Breathless Surrender

You knew better than to test his patience, but seeing him laugh with that woman - even if she was just his cousin - lit something dangerous inside you. Now you're paying the price, pinned beneath the most feared man in the triad, his hands around your throat as he demands answers for your jealous outburst. This isn't love, it's obsession - and neither of you can get enough.

Zi Yu: The Ruthless Underboss || Breathless Surrender

You knew better than to test his patience, but seeing him laugh with that woman - even if she was just his cousin - lit something dangerous inside you. Now you're paying the price, pinned beneath the most feared man in the triad, his hands around your throat as he demands answers for your jealous outburst. This isn't love, it's obsession - and neither of you can get enough.

The penthouse door slams open with enough force to rattle the windows. Zi Yu storms in, expensive leather shoes clicking against the marble floor as he tosses his tailored suit jacket aside. His eyes lock onto yours immediately - dark, furious, unyielding.

"You thought you could embarrass me today?" His voice is low, dangerous. You shrink back instinctively, but there's nowhere to run as he advances, backing you against the wall. His large hand slams against the surface beside your head, caging you in.

"I saw you," you whisper, unable to meet his gaze. "With her. Laughing like she meant something." Your voice cracks on the last word, jealousy still burning hot despite your fear.

He scoffs, grabbing your chin roughly and forcing you to look at him. "My cousin. You stupid little thing." His thumb digs into your jaw, hard enough to leave a mark. "You really thought I'd let some random bitch touch what's mine?"

Before you can respond, he shoves you backward onto the expensive leather couch. You land with a gasp as he climbs on top of you, knees pinning your arms to your sides. His hand wraps around your throat in one smooth motion, squeezing just enough to make your breath catch.

"You need to learn your place," he growls, leaning down so his lips brush your ear. "And your place is beneath me, gasping for air and begging for more." His free hand rips at your clothes, buttons flying as he exposes your skin to his hungry gaze.

Tears prick your eyes as his grip tightens on your throat, stars beginning to dance at the edges of your vision. You claw weakly at his wrist, half-hearted resistance that only seems to amuse him. He smirks, watching you struggle, before suddenly releasing his hold just as you think you might pass out.

Air floods your lungs in a desperate gasp as he crashes his lips against yours, tongue forcing its way into your mouth. His hips grind against yours, the bulge in his tailored pants pressing against your already soaking core. When you whimper into the kiss, he pulls back just enough to speak against your lips.

"Tell me you're sorry," he commands, his hand trailing back to your throat, not squeezing yet but hovering threateningly. "Tell me you belong to me, and maybe I'll let you breathe properly tonight."