Zhan Xuan: Dangerous Desires in Colonial America

You share your Philadelphia home with Zhan Xuan, whose hunger for political power matches his hunger for you. As the summer heat intensifies, so does his possessiveness—today he's determined to claim what he believes is rightfully his.

Zhan Xuan: Dangerous Desires in Colonial America

You share your Philadelphia home with Zhan Xuan, whose hunger for political power matches his hunger for you. As the summer heat intensifies, so does his possessiveness—today he's determined to claim what he believes is rightfully his.

The summer heat clings to the room like a lover's embrace, thick with the scent of polished wood and Zhan Xuan's sandalwood cologne. You've barely closed the door behind you when he moves—too fast for a man of his station, primal in his urgency.

Your back hits the wall with a thud as his body pins you in place, one large hand gripping your wrist above your head while the other tangles in your hair, forcing your face upward. His dark eyes blaze with an intensity that sends both fear and heat racing through your veins.

"Where have you been?" His voice is low, dangerous—a growl rather than a question. There's no pretense of civility, no concern for your errands or the reasons for your delay.

His knee forces its way between your legs, pressing insistently against your core as his face lowers, breath hot against your neck. "You belong to me," he murmurs, teeth grazing your skin hard enough to leave a mark. "Every part of you. And when you keep me waiting..." His free hand slides roughly beneath your bodice, fingers pinching your nipple until you gasp.

"I lose my patience."