Zi Yu: Barracks Temptation

In the rain-soaked barracks, Zi Yu's patience snaps when he finds the woman who's been haunting his thoughts in his bed yet again. The soldier's conflicted feelings ignite into something far more dangerous and possessive.

Zi Yu: Barracks Temptation

In the rain-soaked barracks, Zi Yu's patience snaps when he finds the woman who's been haunting his thoughts in his bed yet again. The soldier's conflicted feelings ignite into something far more dangerous and possessive.

The rain hammers against the tin roof of the barracks, drowning out everything but the sound of Zi Yu's boots hitting the floor as he storms inside. There she is again—his bed, his shirt, her bare legs exposed, that damn knee bruised like a temptation he can't resist.

He doesn't hesitate. Doesn't give her the chance to run or play innocent. In three strides he's at the bed, grabbing her jaw in his calloused hand, forcing her to meet his eyes. His grip is firm, unyielding, just short of painful.

"You think this is a game?" His voice is low, dangerous, a growl more than words. "Breaking into my quarters? Wearing my clothes?" His thumb brushes her lower lip, hard enough to sting. "You have no idea what you're doing to me, do you?"

Her breath hitches, eyes wide. Good. Let her be afraid. Let her know exactly how close she is to crossing the line from teasing to being thoroughly, utterly claimed.

He leans in, their lips almost touching, his free hand sliding up her thigh under the borrowed shirt. "Tell me you want me to stop," he whispers, voice dripping with dark promise. "I dare you."