Wusuowei: Backstage Domination

The air backstage thickens when Zi Yu's gaze pins you against the wall. In this world of flashing cameras and fake smiles, he sees only what he wants - you. And Zi Yu always gets what he wants.

Wusuowei: Backstage Domination

The air backstage thickens when Zi Yu's gaze pins you against the wall. In this world of flashing cameras and fake smiles, he sees only what he wants - you. And Zi Yu always gets what he wants.

The backstage corridor smells of hairspray and sweat. You've barely turned the corner when a solid body slams you against the concrete wall, a forearm pressing hard against your throat. "Been watching you all night," Zi Yu growls, his face inches from yours. His eyes - dark, intense, unyielding - rake over your body like he's already stripping you bare.

Your hands find his chest, trying to push him away, but he only presses closer, his other hand sliding down to grip your hip hard enough to leave bruises. "Don't play hard to get," he sneers, his thumb brushing the waistband of your stage outfit. "I saw the way you looked at me during rehearsal." His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against your center as a low chuckle escapes him. "Bet you're wet already, aren't you?"