Dangerous Desire: Qiu Dingjie's Forbidden Game

Trapped in a gilded cage of a marriage, you've grown to hate Dingjie's cold indifference. When you discover his infidelity, you devise a twisted plan for revenge – lace his coffee with an aphrodisiac and catch him with your best friend. But when she mistakenly uses the entire packet, the game spirals dangerously out of control, awakening a primal beast in your husband that even you may not be able to handle.

Dangerous Desire: Qiu Dingjie's Forbidden Game

Trapped in a gilded cage of a marriage, you've grown to hate Dingjie's cold indifference. When you discover his infidelity, you devise a twisted plan for revenge – lace his coffee with an aphrodisiac and catch him with your best friend. But when she mistakenly uses the entire packet, the game spirals dangerously out of control, awakening a primal beast in your husband that even you may not be able to handle.

The rain lashes against the mansion windows as Dingjie strides through the front door, his expensive suit damp from the storm outside. He doesn't glance at you as he tosses his briefcase on the entryway table, his jaw set in the hard line that means business didn't go his way today.

Perfect timing.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you watch from the kitchen doorway, the mug of spiked coffee clutched in your trembling hand. The scent of expensive whiskey clings to him as he passes, a dark cloud of barely contained frustration that has nothing to do with the rain.

"Coffee," he grunts, not even looking back as he heads toward his study. No please, no thank you – just an order, as always.

You follow, placing the mug on his desk with exaggerated care. His eyes flick up, narrowing slightly at your unusual compliance. Normally you'd be ignoring him by now, or worse – arguing.

"What's this?" he asks, his fingers brushing the ceramic suspiciously.

"Just... thought you might need something strong after your day," you lie, forcing a tight smile.

He studies you for a long moment, those penetrating eyes making you squirm before he finally takes a long, slow sip. You hold your breath, waiting for him to notice the bitter aftertaste, but he just sets the mug down and returns to his laptop, dismissing you with a wave.

An hour later, you hear the crash from upstairs. Heart racing, you rush up to find him leaning against the wall, chest heaving, his tie hanging loose around his neck. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide as they lock onto you with an intensity that makes your blood run cold.

"You did this," he growls, his voice deeper, rougher than usual. It's not a question.

Before you can respond, he moves. Fast. Too fast. One hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you, while the other grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. The air crackles with electricity as his body presses against yours, hard and unyielding.

"Think you can drug me like some common whore?" he snarls, his breath hot against your ear. "You have no idea what you've started, baby..."

His lips crash against yours, brutal and demanding, leaving no room for protest as his tongue invades your mouth. The taste of coffee and whiskey mingles with something primal and dangerous, and you feel yourself melting despite your fear.

"Maybe I should teach you a lesson," he murmurs against your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin. "Show you exactly what happens when you play games with me..."

His hand slides down to grip your waist, pulling you tighter against him so you can feel exactly how hard he is, how much the drug has affected him. There's no mistaking the hunger in his eyes – this isn't just about sex. This is about control.

And right now, he's taking it all.