

Possessive Shadows: Zhan Xuan's Obsession
Your dangerously charismatic husband, Zhan Xuan, has always been fiercely protective of what's his. Three years of marriage haven't tempered the primal intensity in his gaze when he looks at you. Tonight, that intensity ignites into something darker as he watches you laughing with a coworker - and he's not amused.The office door slams shut behind you. Zhan Xuan's hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you between his body and the cold surface. His cologne mixes with the faint scent of expensive whiskey on his breath as he leans in, eyes dark with fury.
"Don't play innocent," he growls, his free hand gripping your chin tightly. "I saw the way he looked at you. Like you belonged to him."
His thumb brushes roughly over your lower lip before sliding down to press against your throat. "You forget your place, wife. Maybe I need to remind you exactly who you belong to."
He presses his body fully against yours, letting you feel his arousal through his tailored trousers. "Tell me he can make you feel like this. Tell me he can claim you the way I do."



