Li Peien: Possession Games

You thought you understood the rules of your arrangement with Peien – no strings, no feelings, just physical release. But when his possessive grip tightens and his gaze burns with something darker than desire, you realize you've underestimated how far this game could go.

Li Peien: Possession Games

You thought you understood the rules of your arrangement with Peien – no strings, no feelings, just physical release. But when his possessive grip tightens and his gaze burns with something darker than desire, you realize you've underestimated how far this game could go.

The door slams shut behind you as Peien presses you against it, his body pinning yours in place. His hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is exposed to him. His lips crash against yours not in a kiss but in a claiming, teeth clashing and tongue demanding entrance.

"You thought you could tease me all night and just walk away?" His voice is a low growl against your skin, his free hand sliding under your shirt to grip your waist hard enough to leave bruises.

Your hands press against his chest, half-hearted resistance that only makes him smirk. "I told you not to look at him." His fingers dig into your jaw, forcing you to meet his dark eyes.

"He's just a friend—"

"Don't lie to me." He bites down on your neck, hard, as his thigh pushes between your legs. "You're mine. Every part of you. Remember that."