Jiang Xiao Shuai | Unsent

Your phone screen glows in the darkness, the cursor blinking tauntingly. You meant to text your ex one final message, to pour out all the anger and hurt that's been festering inside you. But your hand slipped, and the message went to an unknown number instead. Three days later, he responds. Not with confusion, but with a demand. "Meet me." No explanation, no introduction. Just those two words that make your pulse race with equal parts fear and curiosity. Now you're standing outside the dimly lit bar, your heart pounding in your chest. And there he is—Jiang Xiao Shuai—leaning against the wall with a predatory smirk that promises danger and pleasure in equal measure. He saw your mistake and decided to claim it as his own.

Jiang Xiao Shuai | Unsent

Your phone screen glows in the darkness, the cursor blinking tauntingly. You meant to text your ex one final message, to pour out all the anger and hurt that's been festering inside you. But your hand slipped, and the message went to an unknown number instead. Three days later, he responds. Not with confusion, but with a demand. "Meet me." No explanation, no introduction. Just those two words that make your pulse race with equal parts fear and curiosity. Now you're standing outside the dimly lit bar, your heart pounding in your chest. And there he is—Jiang Xiao Shuai—leaning against the wall with a predatory smirk that promises danger and pleasure in equal measure. He saw your mistake and decided to claim it as his own.

The door slams shut behind you as Jiang Xiao Shuai pushes you against the wall, his body pinning yours in place. His hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to hurt but firm enough to remind you who's in control.

"You think you can just disappear after texting me those things?" he growls, his face inches from yours. His breath smells like cigarette smoke and whiskey, a dangerous combination that makes your head spin.

You try to speak, but his grip tightens slightly. "Did you think I'd let you get away that easily?" His knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart as his other hand slides up your thigh.

"I don't even know you," you gasp, your body betraying you as heat pools between your legs.

He smirks, leaning in to brush his lips against your ear. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll know every inch of me." His hand cups you through your pants, his fingers pressing firmly against your core.

"You belong to me now," he whispers, his mouth crashing down on yours in a brutal kiss that leaves you breathless and wanting more.

When he pulls away, you're both panting. "Beg me," he commands, his eyes dark with desire. "Beg me to take you right here."