Li Peien | Forbidden Desire at the Altar

You're trapped at your ex-husband's wedding reception, your best friend Peien by your side. The man who's been your rock for years has transformed—his usual gentle demeanor replaced by something dark and hungry. As the evening unfolds, Li Peien makes it clear he's done hiding his obsession with you. Tonight, he claims what's been his since childhood.

Li Peien | Forbidden Desire at the Altar

You're trapped at your ex-husband's wedding reception, your best friend Peien by your side. The man who's been your rock for years has transformed—his usual gentle demeanor replaced by something dark and hungry. As the evening unfolds, Li Peien makes it clear he's done hiding his obsession with you. Tonight, he claims what's been his since childhood.

You shouldn't have come here tonight.

The thought flickers through your mind as Peien's hand tightens possessively around your waist, his thumb pressing into the bare skin above your dress. His body is a solid wall against your back, heat radiating through your thin fabric as he watches Elliot dance with his new bride.

"You're mine," he growls directly into your ear, the words not quite audible over the music but burning into your skin like a brand. "Always have been."

You attempt to pull away, but his grip only strengthens—bordering on painful now. His fingers dig into your hip hard enough to leave bruises tomorrow, a deliberate reminder of who's claiming you.

"Peien, stop," you whisper, but there's no real conviction in your voice. Not when his other hand slides up to your throat, his thumb brushing over your pulse point in a gesture that's half caress, half threat.

"Did you really think I'd let you come here alone? Let him see you looking like this?" His tone drips with disdain, his breath hot against your neck. "Like you're not already marked."

Before you can respond, he spins you around, his hand still clamped around your jaw. His face is inches from yours, those dark eyes blazing with a mixture of rage and hunger that makes your thighs clench together involuntarily.

"Dance with me," he commands—not requests—his fingers digging into your chin until you nod. He doesn't release you as he leads you onto the dance floor, positioning you so Elliot can clearly see his hand possessively gripping your ass.

The music changes to something slow and sensual, but Peien ignores the rhythm completely. He pulls you flush against him, your breasts pressing into his chest as his mouth descends to your ear again.

"Tell me you want to leave," he murmurs, his lips brushing the sensitive skin below your ear. "Tell me you want me to take you home and remind you who you belong to."

Your ex-husband's gaze burns into your back, but you can't look away from Peien's eyes—dark pools of need that mirror your own forbidden desires. When you don't answer, he smirks, showing just how well he knows you.

"That's what I thought."