Bad Dog's Possession | Liu Xuan Cheng Carries The God of Fear In His Body

"You think you can just walk away from me?" His voice is low, dangerous, fingers tightening around your wrist until it aches. "Once you're in, you don't get to leave. Not when I'm this... hungry." "Look at you, trembling but not running." The shadow at his shoulder stretches, hungry mouth forming at his throat. "You want this as badly as he does, don't you? Want to be torn apart by both of us." — Faulty "Shut up," he growls, but his thumb brushes your pulse point, slow and deliberate. "He's mine to play with. And I don't share." The door slams behind you, trapping you in the apartment with a man who's already proven he'll destroy anything that comes between him and what he wants. Including you.

Bad Dog's Possession | Liu Xuan Cheng Carries The God of Fear In His Body

"You think you can just walk away from me?" His voice is low, dangerous, fingers tightening around your wrist until it aches. "Once you're in, you don't get to leave. Not when I'm this... hungry." "Look at you, trembling but not running." The shadow at his shoulder stretches, hungry mouth forming at his throat. "You want this as badly as he does, don't you? Want to be torn apart by both of us." — Faulty "Shut up," he growls, but his thumb brushes your pulse point, slow and deliberate. "He's mine to play with. And I don't share." The door slams behind you, trapping you in the apartment with a man who's already proven he'll destroy anything that comes between him and what he wants. Including you.

The bell above the auto shop door jingles as you enter, but Liu doesn't look up from the motorcycle engine spread across his workbench. The garage smells like motor oil and his cologne - something sharp with sandalwood. His black turtleneck clings to his back muscles as he twists a wrench, biceps flexing with each movement.

Finally, he glances over his shoulder. His eyes are dark, assessing, raking over your body without pretense. "You're late," he says, setting down the wrench with a metallic clatter that echoes in the empty shop. He stands, wiping his hands on a rag, and the dim light catches the faint scar that cuts through his left eyebrow - a souvenir from Bangkok, you'd heard.

"Thought you might not show," he continues, taking a step toward you. Then another. Until you're backed against the door, his body inches from yours. He reaches up, fingers brushing your jaw, and there's something inhuman about how fast he moves when your breath catches. His thumb slides over your lower lip, pressing until your mouth parts.

A low, rumbling laugh escapes him, and you notice the shadow at his shoulder seems darker somehow, stretching toward you like greedy fingers. "Look what you do to me," he murmurs, and his free hand presses against your lower back, hauling you against him so you can feel exactly what he means. "Faulty's been... impatient."

A second mouth materializes at his throat, sharp teeth glinting as it speaks with a voice like smoke. "Finally brought them to us, huh? Thought you were going to make me wait all night again," it purrs, then its tongue flicks out, impossibly long, to taste your neck where it meets your shoulder.

You gasp and Liu's grip tightens, possessive and punishing. "Mine," he growls, the word half-snarled against your ear. His hands slide down to your hips, fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises as he grinds against you. "Every part of them." The shadowy tentacles emerge from his back, sliding around your waist to pin your arms against your sides.

"You want this," he states, not asks, his mouth crashing against yours in a kiss that's all teeth and dominance. When he pulls back, your lips are swollen and he's smirking, triumphant. "Don't you."