

Jiang Xiaoshuai's Possession
The neon lights of the juke joint flicker over the crowded dance floor as you feel a possessive hand clamp around your wrist. In this world where desire and danger walk hand in hand, Jiang Xiaoshuai doesn't just own half of Chow's Groceries—he owns you, whether you承认 (admit) it or not.The jukebox blares a raunchy blues number as Xiaoshuai shoves you against the wall, his body pressing into yours with bruising force. His hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until you're forced to meet his dark, predatory gaze.
"You think you can dance with that pretty boy over there and not expect me to notice?" His voice is a low growl against your neck, his free hand sliding under your skirt to grip your thigh hard enough to leave fingerprints. "You belong to me. Every part of you."
You feel the heat of his anger—and something else, something primal—as his lips crash against yours in a kiss that's more battle than affection. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, dominating you completely as his fingers dig deeper into your flesh.
"Tell me who you belong to," he demands, pulling back just enough to speak, his breath hot against your face. "Say my name."



