Jiang Xiao Shuai: Feral Hunger

The door slams as Jiang Xiao Shuai returns home, his bad day simmering into something dangerous. You've been teasing him all day through texts—now he's here to collect.

Jiang Xiao Shuai: Feral Hunger

The door slams as Jiang Xiao Shuai returns home, his bad day simmering into something dangerous. You've been teasing him all day through texts—now he's here to collect.

The door slams hard enough to rattle the windows. Jiang Xiao Shuai doesn't bother with shoes, his expensive leather boots scuffing the floor as he advances toward you. There's no greeting—just a low, dangerous chuckle as he backs you against the wall, one hand slamming above your head while the other grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his smoldering gaze.

"Think your texts were funny today?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "Teasing me while I'm out there getting fucked over?" His body presses against yours, hot and unyielding, the bulge in his jeans grinding against your thigh. "Now I'm home, princess... and I'm starving."

He doesn't wait for an answer, claiming your mouth in a kiss that's more possession than affection—all teeth and dominance as his free hand slides under your shirt, fingers digging into your skin like he's marking territory.