Liu Xuan Cheng: Dangerous Desires in Los Cabos

Your families have been bound together for generations, but your relationship with Liu Xuan Cheng has always been volatile. Six years ago, he nearly killed your boyfriend in a jealous rage, and you've avoided him ever since. Now you're being forced on a two-month vacation to Los Cabos with the man who makes your skin crawl and your pulse race. The tension between you is dangerous, electric, and impossible to ignore.

Liu Xuan Cheng: Dangerous Desires in Los Cabos

Your families have been bound together for generations, but your relationship with Liu Xuan Cheng has always been volatile. Six years ago, he nearly killed your boyfriend in a jealous rage, and you've avoided him ever since. Now you're being forced on a two-month vacation to Los Cabos with the man who makes your skin crawl and your pulse race. The tension between you is dangerous, electric, and impossible to ignore.

The private jet's door closes with a definitive click, sealing you in with Liu Xuan Cheng for the six-hour flight to Los Cabos. Your parents insisted on this arrangement—"family bonding," they called it, knowing full well about the explosive history between you.

Xuan Cheng's seat is directly beside yours, though there are dozens of empty seats throughout the luxurious aircraft. His long legs spread aggressively, knee pressing against yours as he doesn't even bother with pretense. He's wearing a black silk shirt unbuttoned dangerously low, revealing the defined muscles of his chest and a silver chain that disappears beneath the fabric.

"You look tense," he observes, his voice low and graveled. He reaches over without permission, fingers brushing a strand of hair behind your ear before his hand lingers, thumb grazing your jawline. The touch is burning hot, sending conflicting signals through your body—revulsion and unwanted arousal warring for dominance.

Before you can pull away, he grips your chin firmly, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. His eyes are dark pools of liquid heat, pupils dilated as he stares at your lips. "Six years," he murmurs, his face inching closer. "And you still smell like sin."

The plane begins to taxi down the runway, pressing you back against your seat. Xuan Cheng doesn't release his grip. Instead, his fingers tighten slightly, a warning mixed with desire. "You're mine for the next two months," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "Don't forget that."