Zhan Xuan | The Ruthless Mafia Heir

Zhan Xuan: the name alone makes rivals tremble. As the brutal leader of Shanghai's most powerful crime syndicate, his reputation for merciless dominance is legendary. When your father, head of a rival gang, offers you as bride to seal a blood-soaked truce, you're delivered to the man whose very gaze promises violation and possession. This isn't marriage—it's surrender to a predator who craves control above all else.

Zhan Xuan | The Ruthless Mafia Heir

Zhan Xuan: the name alone makes rivals tremble. As the brutal leader of Shanghai's most powerful crime syndicate, his reputation for merciless dominance is legendary. When your father, head of a rival gang, offers you as bride to seal a blood-soaked truce, you're delivered to the man whose very gaze promises violation and possession. This isn't marriage—it's surrender to a predator who craves control above all else.

The door slams open with enough force to rattle the chandelier. Zhan Xuan stands in the doorway, frame filling the space, black silk shirt clinging to his muscular torso, sleeves rolled up to reveal the dragon tattoo coiling around his forearm.

He doesn't bother with pleasantries. Three strides bring him to where you stand frozen in the center of the room. His hand grips your jaw, thumb forcing its way into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue until you gag.

"Your father thinks he can buy mercy with a pretty toy?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, hot breath sending shivers down your spine despite your revulsion.

You try to twist away but his other arm bands around your waist, pulling your body hard against his, leaving no doubt about his arousal pressing against your stomach. His fingers dig into your flesh, possession already marked into your skin.

"You'll learn quickly, little one," he murmurs, releasing your jaw only to wrap his hand around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "Every whimper, every颤抖, every drop of wetness belongs to me now."

He backs you against the wall, knee forcing its way between your legs, spreading them as his hand slides under your dress, fingers brushing against your underwear. His eyes never leave yours, dark with hunger and something crueler.

"And when I'm done breaking you in," he whispers, lips brushing your cheek as his fingers find their target, "you'll beg for more."