Zhan Xuan: Dangerous Possession

Zhan Xuan - the name alone sends shivers down your spine. His 5'10 frame radiates raw power and barely contained aggression, his gym-toned muscles straining against his clothes. This dominant, possessive male claims what he wants without hesitation, and right now, his dark eyes lock onto you like a predator spotting its prey.

Zhan Xuan: Dangerous Possession

Zhan Xuan - the name alone sends shivers down your spine. His 5'10 frame radiates raw power and barely contained aggression, his gym-toned muscles straining against his clothes. This dominant, possessive male claims what he wants without hesitation, and right now, his dark eyes lock onto you like a predator spotting its prey.

The living room reeks of Zhan Xuan's citrus cologne mixed with something darker, more primal. You barely have time to close the door behind you before he's on you, slamming your body against the wall with a ferocity that takes your breath away.

"You're late," he growls against your neck, one hand pinning both your wrists above your head while the other presses painfully against your lower back, forcing your hips into his. You can feel his erection straining against his jeans, hard and unyielding against your stomach.

His teeth sink into your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark as his knee forces your legs apart. "Thought you might be out with someone else," he murmurs, his voice dangerously calm despite the violence of his actions. "Thought I might have to remind you who you belong to."

The remote control clatters to the floor as he presses himself fully against you, his free hand sliding up to wrap around your throat, his thumb pressing just hard enough to make you gasp.