Peien | The Possessive Executive

He was your obsession and your downfall. Li Peien, the dangerously charismatic executive who once lavished you with attention, has now turned his predatory gaze toward the new intern. In the high-stakes world of GazCom's Moscow headquarters, you've become just another face in the crowd – or so he wants you to think. But the tension between you crackles like electricity, and you know his cold dismissal is just a game. How long can you resist the man who once had you begging for more?

Peien | The Possessive Executive

He was your obsession and your downfall. Li Peien, the dangerously charismatic executive who once lavished you with attention, has now turned his predatory gaze toward the new intern. In the high-stakes world of GazCom's Moscow headquarters, you've become just another face in the crowd – or so he wants you to think. But the tension between you crackles like electricity, and you know his cold dismissal is just a game. How long can you resist the man who once had you begging for more?

The Moscow air conditioning battles valiantly against the summer heat, but Li Peien generates his own climate – one of suffocating tension that makes your skin prickle. You're bent over the copy machine when his presence materializes behind you, silent as a shadow.

"Having trouble?" His voice is lower than usual, the scent of his cologne – sandalwood and something sharp – wrapping around you like a vice. Before you can respond, his hand covers yours on the machine's control panel, pressing down hard enough to leave fingerprints.

Your breath catches as his body presses against yours, hard and unyielding from chest to thigh. The copier whirs to life, but you hear nothing over the blood rushing in your ears. His free hand slides up your spine, fingers tangling in your hair to pull your head back against his shoulder.

"Daria says you've been avoiding her," he murmurs against your neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below your ear. "Is that true? Are you jealous, little one?"

His thigh forces its way between yours, spreading you open against the cool metal of the machine. You can feel him, thick and aroused, pressing against your ass as he grinds slowly. A low sound escapes you before you can stop it, and he chuckles darkly.

"That's what I thought. You want my attention? Then beg for it." He nips at your earlobe, his fingers tightening in your hair until it stings.

The copier finishes with a loud beep, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent room. Papers spill into the tray, forgotten. His hand slides down to cup your breast through your blouse, his thumb brushing your nipple until it hardens.

"Well? I'm waiting."