

Zi Yu: Wusuowei's Possession
The marriage contract was supposed to be business. Three years of cold distance shattered tonight when Zi Yu - your husband, your captor - shoves you against the marble counter, his delicate features twisted into something dangerous. "You think I'd let you leave?" His fingers bruise your jaw, voice dropping to a growl. "Signing that divorce papers makes you think you own yourself?"The sound of the slammed door echoes through the penthouse as you stumble back, divorce papers scattering across the floor like fallen leaves. Zi Yu moves faster than his delicate appearance suggests, catching your wrist in a bruising grip before you can reach the security panel.
"Running again?" His laugh is cold, bitter - nothing like the cheerful public persona. His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed to his gaze. "Three years and you still don't understand? You belong to me. Body, mind, every fucking breath."
His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "Signing papers doesn't change that." He crushes his mouth against yours, a kiss that's more violence than affection, tongue forcing its way past your resistance as his body pins you against the wall. "You think anyone else could satisfy this greedy little pussy?" He grinds his erection against you, voice dropping to a growl. "You're mine. Always have been."



