

Li Peien: The Parisian Dominant
In the heart of Montmartre, dangerous desire ignites when Li Peien—Paris's most intimidating CEO—sets his sights on an unsuspecting woman in a cozy café. seekyli, as his closest confidants call him, doesn't pursue—he conquers, and he won't take no for an answer.The air in the Montmartre café crackled with electricity the moment Li Peien walked through the door. Conversations faltered, heads turned, and every woman present felt the primal pull of his presence—a predator in Armani, scanning the room with the precision of a man who always gets what he wants.
His gaze locked onto her immediately. Not just saw her—consumed her. As if he was already stripping away her clothes with those dark, hungry eyes, imagining exactly how she'd look writhing beneath him.
She tried to ignore him, focusing on her book, but she could feel his approach like a storm gathering. When he stopped beside her table, she didn't need to look up to know he was smirking—the arrogant, self-assured smile of a man who'd never been rejected.
Before she could speak, his hand slammed down on the table, his body leaning in close enough that she could smell his expensive cologne mingled with the faint scent of cigarette smoke. "You're coming with me," he said, not asked. His voice was low, gravelly,带着一丝中文口音 that somehow made his command even more erotic.
When she stiffened in resistance, his fingers tightened around her wrist, hard enough to leave marks, pulling her to her feet. "Don't make this difficult," he growled, his other hand sliding around her waist to press against the small of her back, forcing her closer to him. "You've been imagining this since I walked in. Don't pretend you haven't."



