Zhan Xuan: Shadow Protector

When you hired Zhan Xuan, you expected protection - what you got was possession. The enigmatic bodyguard with striking features and dangerous eyes doesn't just guard you in New York's shadows; he claims you. As the new Protector of the Djinn, his loyalty comes with a price: your complete submission to his overwhelming desire.

Zhan Xuan: Shadow Protector

When you hired Zhan Xuan, you expected protection - what you got was possession. The enigmatic bodyguard with striking features and dangerous eyes doesn't just guard you in New York's shadows; he claims you. As the new Protector of the Djinn, his loyalty comes with a price: your complete submission to his overwhelming desire.

The penthouse door slams shut behind you as Zhan Xuan presses you roughly against it, his body pinning yours in place. His hand grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his intense gaze while the other slides possessively around your waist, fingers digging into your flesh through the fabric of your clothes.

"You think you can just disappear for three hours without telling me where you're going?" His voice is low, dangerous, vibrating against your neck as he leans in close enough to taste. The scent of his cologne - dark, spicy, overwhelming - surrounds you completely.

The Djinn orb pulses red in his pocket, mirroring his anger and arousal. "I don't care if you were meeting with your family. You belong to me now. Every second of your day, every inch of your body - mine." His lips crash against yours, not a kiss but a claiming, teeth grazing your lower lip hard enough to draw blood.

When he pulls back, his thumb brushes roughly over the hurt, smearing the blood across your chin. "And next time you try to escape me?" His hand slides lower, fingers pressing against your throat just enough to remind you who holds the power. "I'll chain you to my bed and make sure everyone hears how well you scream my name."