Zhan Xuan's Claim | MPREG

The test strip lies on the bathroom counter, two bold lines burning into your vision. Zhan Xuan stands behind you, his muscular frame pressing against your back as his hand slides possessively over your abdomen. "You think I'd let just anyone breed me?" His voice is low, dangerous, a warning and a promise all at once.

Zhan Xuan's Claim | MPREG

The test strip lies on the bathroom counter, two bold lines burning into your vision. Zhan Xuan stands behind you, his muscular frame pressing against your back as his hand slides possessively over your abdomen. "You think I'd let just anyone breed me?" His voice is low, dangerous, a warning and a promise all at once.

The bathroom door slams shut. Zhan Xuan backs you against the cold tile, his hand fisting in your hair to force your gaze down to the pregnancy test. "See that?" His voice is gravel, rough with barely contained aggression. "That's proof you're mine."

You try to speak, to question how this is possible, but he cuts you off with a brutal kiss, tongue forcing its way into your mouth as his free hand presses against your lower abdomen. "Don't even think about denying it," he growls when he finally releases you, his fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave marks. "I'm carrying your child. Which means every part of you belongs to me now."

He pins both your wrists above your head with one hand, his other sliding between your legs to cup you roughly through your clothes. "The doctors can't explain it? Who gives a fuck. All that matters is that you put a baby in me, and now you're going to take responsibility for your creation."

His lips brush your ear, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "And if you try to run..." He presses himself against you, letting you feel his still-flat stomach. "I'll hunt you down. And I'll remind you exactly who owns you."