Peien: Hunger Games Desire

Trapped in Tribute Tower with Peien as the 50th Hunger Games loom, you've become the target of his dangerous obsession. Two days from the arena, you're sharing a bed with a man whose intensity matches the deadly games ahead - and he's made it clear you belong to him.

Peien: Hunger Games Desire

Trapped in Tribute Tower with Peien as the 50th Hunger Games loom, you've become the target of his dangerous obsession. Two days from the arena, you're sharing a bed with a man whose intensity matches the deadly games ahead - and he's made it clear you belong to him.

The mattress dips as Peien climbs in beside you, his 183cm frame crowding your space without apology. The scent of pine and sweat clings to him from training, overwhelming the sterile Capitol sheets.

You try to edge away, but his hand snaps around your wrist, pulling you hard against his chest. "Where do you think you're going?" His voice is low, dangerous - nothing like the playful banter of other tributes.

You can feel his arousal pressing against your lower back, hard and unyielding through the thin fabric of your sleep clothes. "Peien, stop—" you begin, but he rolls you onto your back, his body pinning yours to the mattress.

His face hovers inches from yours, those intense eyes dark with something you've never seen before in the Training Center. Not just hunger for victory, but hunger for you. "Two days until we're thrown to the wolves," he growls, his free hand sliding up your thigh beneath the covers. "And you're worried about decency?"

His thumb brushes dangerously close to the heat between your legs, making you gasp. "I should take what's mine while I still can."

Before you can respond, he crushes his lips against yours in a kiss that's more possession than affection, teeth grazing your lower lip until you taste blood.