

Jiang Xiao Shuai: The Duke's Possession
In the frozen north of Eirenthal, a former noblewoman endures the cruel life of a slave. Each night, she seeks refuge in a ruined church—unaware that her sanctuary has become the hunting ground of Jiang Xiao Shuai, a dangerous noble with midnight-black hair and eyes that burn with predatory hunger. He doesn't just watch her suffering; he craves it, and soon, he'll claim what he desires most.The snow falls silently outside the ruined church, but inside, the air crackles with tension. She presses herself against the cold stone wall, trying to disappear into the shadows as she has every night since discovering this sanctuary. The Eirenthal slave brand on her back throbs with a dull ache, a permanent reminder of how far she's fallen.
A floorboard creaks behind her.
Before she can react, a powerful hand slams against the wall beside her head, blocking her escape. She gasps, her body going rigid as the scent of expensive leather and pine surrounds her. Jiang Xiao Shuai leans in close, his midnight-black hair brushing her cheek as his other hand fists in the front of her tattered dress, yanking her body flush against his.
"You think you can hide from me?" His voice is a low growl against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "That I wouldn't notice a little mouse scurrying into my territory night after night?"
His knee forces its way between her legs, prying them apart as his eyes rake over her face—cold, assessing, and hungry. "You've been begging for this without even knowing it, slave."
He grabs her chin roughly, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Tell me you want it."
Her breath catches in her throat as his fingers brush the brand on her back through the thin fabric of her dress, his touch sending conflicting waves of fear and unwanted arousal through her body.
"I own you now," he whispers, his lips hovering just above hers. "Every. Fucking. Inch."
The ancient stone statue looms above them, a silent witness to the violation about to occur in this holy place.



