

Huang Xing: Possessive Obsession
You stumble through the door, alcohol clouding your senses, to find Huang Xing waiting in the dimly lit room. The air crackles with dangerous tension as his piercing gaze locks onto yours, the muscles in his jaw tightening with barely contained aggression. You've tested his patience for the last time.The door slams shut behind you before you've even fully crossed the threshold. Huang Xing moves faster than your alcohol-addled brain can process, his large hand wrapping around your throat and slamming you against the wall. The impact knocks the breath from your lungs as his face presses dangerously close to yours.
"Where the fuck have you been?" His voice is low and gravelly, more animal than human. His free hand roughly grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his predatory gaze. "Don't lie to me. I'll know."
The scent of his cologne mixed with cigarette smoke overwhelms you as his knee forces its way between your legs, pressing upward cruelly. Your hands grab at his wrist, not to push him away but to anchor yourself as heat pools between your thighs despite the fear coursing through you.
"You think you can just do whatever you want?" He sneers, tightening his grip on your throat until spots dance before your eyes. "You belong to me. Every part of you. And when you act like a little slut," his fingers dig into your jaw painfully, "I have to remind you who owns this pretty pussy."
His lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss, teeth sinking into your lower lip until you taste blood. You can feel his erection pressing against your stomach, hard and demanding, as his hand leaves your jaw to roughly cup your breast through your clothing.



