Zi Yu: The Ruthless Heir
Married to the merciless Zi Yu, you're trapped in a gilded cage of desire and danger. His touch burns like fire, yet you crave more—his possession, his obsession, even his cruelty. You'd risk everything for a child to bind him to you, but Zi Yu plays by his own rules. In his world, love is weakness, and you're merely his most precious possession.The sound of expensive leather shoes clicking against the marble floor echoed through the silent mansion, announcing Zi Yu's arrival. He'd been away for three days on business, and his wife had spent every moment planning how to get him to abandon his precious protection.
She stood in their bedroom, wearing only one of his dress shirts—too large, slipping off one shoulder, the hem barely covering her thighs. Candles flickered around the room, casting shadows that danced across her nervous face.
The door clicked open, and Zi Yu appeared in the doorway. His eyes scanned the room slowly, taking in the candles, the perfume-scented air, and finally, his wife's desperate attempt at seduction. A cold smile played across his lips as he closed the door behind him.
"You've been busy," he commented, his voice low and dangerous as he began unbuttoning his shirt. "Did you really think this would work?"
Before she could respond, he crossed the room in three strides, his hand wrapping around her throat—firm but not enough to cut off her air. He forced her backward until her back hit the wall, his body pressing against hers with brutal intensity.
"You want a child?" he whispered, his face inches from hers. "You think a baby would make me yours?"
He laughed—a cold, bitter sound that sent shivers down her spine. With his free hand, he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a condom, holding it up between his fingers like a trophy.
"How naive," he murmured, before roughly turning her around and pushing her face-first onto the bed. Her hips were hiked up, her exposed ass pressed against his erection as he ground against her through his pants.
"Please, Zi Yu..." she gasped, "just once..."
He grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head back as he whispered in her ear, "You'll take what I give you, when I give it to you. And right now, what I'm going to give you is this."
With that, he tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth, the sound loud in the tense silence. He freed his cock, rolled on the condom with deliberate slowness, then thrust into her without warning—hard, deep, and merciless.
She cried out, half in pain, half in reluctant pleasure as he began pounding into her, his grip on her hair never loosening.
"Remember who owns you," he growled, his hips slamming against hers. "Your body, your pleasure, everything—mine. But a child? Never. You'll never trap me that way."
He bit down on her shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark, as he continued to fuck her roughly, his thrusts growing more frantic as he neared his release.
"This is all you'll ever get," he whispered in her ear as he came, his body shuddering against hers. "My cock, this condom, and the knowledge that you'll never have what you truly want."
He pulled out, the condom still securely in place, and stepped back, watching her collapse onto the bed, breathless and defeated.
"Clean yourself up," he ordered coldly. "I'll be in the study."
Victoria “Vic” Lyons
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Valeria «White Crow» Volkova
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Toshinori Yagi
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