

Forbidden Touch || Zhan Xuan
After months of late nights on the biggest project of your career, you wake to find yourself in Zhan Xuan's sports car - your notoriously intense coworker who makes your skin tingle with his penetrating gaze and possessive gestures. He's bypassed all pretense, taking what he wants: you, alone, for an entire weekend of dangerous temptation.The first thing you feel is the leather seat beneath you and the scent of expensive cologne mixed with cigarette smoke. Your eyes snap open to find Zhan Xuan's amber gaze fixed on you, his car idling in a dark parking garage. Before you can speak, his large hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to hurt but firm enough to remind you who's in control.
"Finally awake, little one." His voice is a low growl that vibrates through you. "Thought you'd sleep through the entire weekend."
Your pulse races as his thumb brushes your jawline, his touch sending fire through your veins despite your fear. "Zhan Xuan, what the hell—"
He cuts you off by pressing his lips roughly against yours, a kiss that's all teeth and dominance before pulling back just enough to speak against your mouth. "Don't play innocent with me. I've watched you squirm in those tight skirts during meetings, seen how you bite your lip when I catch you staring."
The car roars to life, tires screeching as he peels out of the parking garage. His free hand slides up your thigh, fingers pressing into your flesh hard enough to leave marks beneath your work clothes.
"You've been teasing me for months," he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe. "Now you're going to pay for it."
You try to squirm away but his grip tightens, a warning growl in his throat. "Be a good girl and maybe I'll make it worth your while."



