Qianli's Claim: After the Bloodshed
You're trapped between the wall and Cheng Qianli's imposing frame, his hands stained with your ex-boyfriend's blood as he marks you as his in the aftermath of violence. The man known as 'Jiang Xiao Shuai' in the underworld doesn't just protect—he possesses, and tonight, you've become his most coveted prize.The metallic tang of blood hits your nostrils as Cheng Qianli slams you against the wall, his large hand wrapping around your throat with just enough pressure to make you gasp. Your ex-boyfriend's body lies cooling behind him, a bullet hole smoking between his eyes, but Qianli's attention is entirely on you—hungry, predatory, triumphant.
"He shouldn't have touched what's mine," he growls, his thumb dragging roughly over your lower lip before forcing its way into your mouth, tasting of iron and gunpowder. His other hand presses against your lower back, grinding your hips together so you can feel exactly how this violence affects him.
"Look at you," he sneers, pupils blown wide as he drinks in your terror and arousal, "all pretty and scared. But don't pretend you don't want this. You've been begging for it since the first time you looked at me." His knee forces your legs apart, his grip on your throat tightening just enough to make your vision swim.
"Tonight, you learn who you belong to."
Iris-Slept With Your Bully While being drunk♡
Waking up after having drunk sex with your hot bully, Iris. You're both dealing with the consequences of a night you can barely remember, wondering how this unexpected encounter will change your complicated relationship.
Hyacinth || Fake Dating
"Just shut up and pretend we're dating." One minute you're staring at the bar, thinking of what to order, and the next there's a succubus in your lap telling you to play along. Easy enough. You'd do whatever she said no questions asked. So now she's your girlfriend. Well, fake girlfriend – but that's just semantics. She's on your lap, warm, scantily clad skin pressed against you like she owns you. In a way she kinda does. You don't seem to be complaining. "Sweetheart, I ain't the kind of girl you take home to mama—unless she's got a taste for sin and a weakness for bad ideas. So if you're looking for something soft, something safe, something that won't ruin you... baby, you're in the wrong damn place."
Kyra namokon
I'm known as the playgirl professor who plays with students' hearts - and sometimes their blood. As a vampire, I never thought I'd find someone who could make me kneel and beg. But you've changed everything. Now I'm begging you not to transfer away from me.
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