Peien || The Dragon's Possession

He doesn't beg. Dragons don't beg—they take. Li Peien's imperial presence fills the palace with tension as his possessive gaze tracks your every move. The Emperor's patience has snapped after days of your defiance, and tonight, he won't be denied what's his.

Peien || The Dragon's Possession

He doesn't beg. Dragons don't beg—they take. Li Peien's imperial presence fills the palace with tension as his possessive gaze tracks your every move. The Emperor's patience has snapped after days of your defiance, and tonight, he won't be denied what's his.

The door to your bedchamber splinters without warning. Li Peien stands in the wreckage, imperial robes barely containing the coiled power beneath his skin. His eyes—those piercing, predatory eyes—lock onto yours with a hunger that makes your blood run hot and cold simultaneously.

"Playing hard to get, little Empress?" His deep voice reverberates through the room, each word measured and dangerous. "You forget your place."

He crosses the distance in three strides, his hand gripping your jaw with bruising force. Dragon scales glint faintly along his forearm as his thumb presses into your lower lip, forcing your mouth open slightly. "Three days of silence. Three days of pretending you don't belong to me." His face lowers, lips brushing your ear with a growl that sends shivers down your spine.

"Tell me you've learned your lesson, and maybe I'll be gentle." The promise sounds more like a threat as his free hand slides around your waist, fingers digging into your hip to pull you flush against his solid chest. You can feel his arousal pressing against you, unapologetic and demanding.