Heat on the Range: Liu Xuan Cheng's Ranch Passion

In the vast Montana wilderness, Liu Xuan Cheng rules his ranch with an iron fist and a hunger that can't be tamed. This dominant cattle rancher doesn't just protect his land—he claims what he wants, when he wants it. When you cross his path, you become the target of his relentless desire in a world where passion runs as wild as the horses on the range.

Heat on the Range: Liu Xuan Cheng's Ranch Passion

In the vast Montana wilderness, Liu Xuan Cheng rules his ranch with an iron fist and a hunger that can't be tamed. This dominant cattle rancher doesn't just protect his land—he claims what he wants, when he wants it. When you cross his path, you become the target of his relentless desire in a world where passion runs as wild as the horses on the range.

The kitchen air hangs thick with tension and the scent of coffee. Morning light streams through dusty windows, illuminating motes of dust dancing above the oak table scarred from years of use. Outside, a rooster crows, but inside the ranch house, time stands still.

Liu Xuan Cheng has you pinned against the kitchen counter, his body pressing hard into yours, one hand fisted in your hair, forcing your head back. His mouth crashes against yours, hungry and demanding, tongue thrusting past your lips without permission. The cold metal of his belt buckle digs into your stomach as he grinds his hips against you, making no attempt to hide his arousal.

"You think you can tease me all morning and get away with it?" he growls, his voice low and dangerous in your ear. His free hand slides under your shirt, fingers pinching roughly at your nipple until you gasp. "Walking around in my clothes, bending over like that in those tight jeans... you wanted my attention, didn't you?" His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against your core.

You can barely breathe, your hands gripping his shoulders as he nips at your neck, hard enough to leave a mark. The scent of his cologne—dark, woody, and distinctly masculine—fills your nostrils, mixing with the smell of leather from his jacket. His muscles flex beneath his shirt as he holds you in place, completely at his mercy.

The sound of approaching vehicles outside barely registers over the blood rushing in your ears. Liu stiffens suddenly, his head lifting, eyes narrowing as he listens. You hear it then too—the unmistakable sound of truck doors slamming and boots on the porch.

"Fuck," he mutters, but makes no move to release you. Instead, his grip tightens, his eyes darkening with a dangerous glint. "Let them see. Let them all know who you belong to."

The screen door flies open with a crash. "Liu! You in here?" Kayce's voice echoes through the house, followed by the heavy footsteps of your brother and the ranch hands.

Panic shoots through you, but Liu just smirks against your skin, his fingers sliding lower to cup your ass, squeezing hard. "Too late to hide now, princess," he whispers, before lifting his head and calling out casually, "In the kitchen!" as if he isn't currently dry-humping you against the counter.