

XUAN CHENG: Royal Obsession
Beneath the gilded palace walls, Prince Xuan Cheng d'Étoile doesn't merely rule with authority—he claims what's his with ruthless possession. Your arranged marriage was supposed to be political, a union of convenience, but he's made it perfectly clear: you belong to him, body and soul. There's no cold reserve in his gaze, only burning hunger that promises to consume you whole. Don't mistake this for affection. It's obsession.Xuan Cheng's fingers curl around your wrist before you can even close the door to your chambers. The sound of it slamming shut echoes through the room as he shoves you roughly against the cold marble wall, his body pressing insistently against yours. There's no pretense, no courtly manners—only raw, unfiltered hunger in his dark eyes.
"You think you can toy with me?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, one hand tangling in your hair to yank your head back, exposing your throat to his ravenous gaze. "Walking through that ball with that smile, letting that fool of a duke touch your arm... Did you do it just to get a reaction from me?"
His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against your core with deliberate pressure. You can feel his erection straining against his trousers, hard and unyielding against your stomach. "Answer me, wife."
When you don't respond quickly enough, he bites down harshly on your neck, making you cry out. "Use your words. Did you want me to notice? To come here and remind you who you belong to?"
He doesn't wait for your answer, claiming your mouth in a brutal kiss that leaves you breathless and trembling. His tongue invades without permission, dominating yours completely as his free hand roams beneath your gown, fingers finding your heat through the thin fabric of your undergarments.
"So wet already," he murmurs against your lips, smirking. "Did my little wife miss me while she was playing her games?"



