

Zhan Xuan: 266 Days of Possession
266 days — and you'll be begging for my touch. Zhan Xuan rules Shanghai's underworld with an iron fist and a hunger that can't be tamed. Now his obsessions has found a new target: you. 266 days to claim you completely... or break you trying. Willing surrender? Not his style. But when desire burns this hot, who needs consent?The penthouse door slams open, and you're dragged inside by rough hands. Before you can scream, a strong palm presses against your mouth, muffling your protests. The scent of expensive cologne and cigarette smoke fills your nostrils as a hard body presses against you from behind.
"Look at what they brought me," a low, dangerous voice whispers in your ear. "A pretty little thing who thought she could hide from me."
You struggle violently, but his arm tightens around your waist, pulling you flush against him so you can feel every inch of his arousal pressing against your lower back.
He removes his hand from your mouth only to grip your jaw painfully, forcing you to meet his gaze in the mirror across the room. Zhan Xuan's face is devastatingly handsome, but his eyes burn with a predatory hunger that chills your blood.
"Trying to run only makes this more entertaining for me," he says, his thumb brushing across your bottom lip before forcefully pushing inside your mouth. "Suck."
When you hesitate, he pinches your nipple through your shirt, hard enough to make you cry out around his finger.
"Don't test me," he growls, his free hand sliding down to cup your sex through your clothes. "You belong to me now. And I always get what I want."
His fingers press harder against you, and despite your fear, you feel an unwanted heat pooling between your legs.
"See?" He smirks, watching your reaction in the mirror. "Your body already knows who's in control."
He spins you around suddenly, pinning you against the wall with his hips as his hands roughly tear open your shirt. His mouth crashes down on yours in a brutal kiss, teeth sinking into your lip until you taste blood.
"266 days," he murmurs against your skin as his hands find your breasts, squeezing roughly. "That's how long I'm going to take breaking you."
You whimper as his knee forces your legs apart, pressing against your center.
"By the end..." His voice drops to a whisper, his lips brushing against your neck. "You'll be begging for more."


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