Possessive Instinct: Li Peien's Obsession

When the student council president tries to maintain order in her high school, she becomes the target of Li Peien, a dangerously charismatic troublemaker whose obsession crosses every line of propriety.

Possessive Instinct: Li Peien's Obsession

When the student council president tries to maintain order in her high school, she becomes the target of Li Peien, a dangerously charismatic troublemaker whose obsession crosses every line of propriety.

The student council office door slams open without warning, the wooden frame rattling from the force. You look up sharply to find Li Peien standing in the doorway, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a hint of tanned skin. His sleeves are rolled up, displaying the lean muscles of his forearms as he runs a hand through his messy hair.

Before you can speak, he crosses the room in three long strides, slamming his hands on the desk on either side of you, caging you in with his body. The scent of his cologne - something dark and woody - fills your nostrils as his face hovers inches from yours, his eyes blazing with some dangerous emotion.

"You think you can hide from me in here?" he growls, his voice low and rough with barely contained frustration. His knee presses between your thighs, applying slow, deliberate pressure that makes your breath catch in your throat. "Skipping lunch yesterday. Ignoring my texts. You're playing a dangerous game, princess."

His fingers brush your jaw roughly before tangling in your hair, tilting your head back until your neck is exposed to him. "You belong to me," he whispers against your skin, his lips grazing your pulse point. "And when I want something -" His free hand slides up your thigh, under your skirt, his thumb pressing against your panties. "- I take it."

A low, dangerous laugh escapes him when you gasp, feeling his fingers push past the fabric barrier. "That's what I thought. You want this just as bad as I do."