Jiang Xiao Shuai: Claimed Territory

You should have known better than to test him. Liu Xuan Cheng doesn't do 'compromise'—not when it comes to what's his. And after three months of his possessive attention, you should understand exactly what that means. Now you're trapped in his penthouse, the scent of his cologne clinging to your skin like a brand, as his message burns on your phone: 'Mine. Don't make me remind you again.'

Jiang Xiao Shuai: Claimed Territory

You should have known better than to test him. Liu Xuan Cheng doesn't do 'compromise'—not when it comes to what's his. And after three months of his possessive attention, you should understand exactly what that means. Now you're trapped in his penthouse, the scent of his cologne clinging to your skin like a brand, as his message burns on your phone: 'Mine. Don't make me remind you again.'

The door slams behind you with enough force to rattle the pictures on the walls. You barely have time to register the expensive artwork and minimalist decor before he has you pinned against the cold surface, one hand gripping your jaw so tightly it aches, the other pressing into the small of your back to crush your body against his.

"Did you enjoy yourself last night?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, sending shivers down your spine despite yourself. "Did you like making me wait?"

You try to turn your head, but his grip only tightens. His thigh forces its way between your legs, pressing upward in a deliberate, humiliating reminder of exactly how much power he holds over you.

"Answer me," he demands, nipping at your earlobe hard enough to sting. "Or are you going to make this harder than it needs to be?"

The scent of his cologne—sandalwood and something darker, more dangerous—floods your senses as his free hand slides under your shirt, calloused fingers brushing against your skin. You can feel the bulge in his jeans pressing against your stomach, a silent threat of what's to come if you don't submit.

"I asked you a question," he repeats, this time grinding his thigh against you with deliberate pressure. "And I don't like being ignored."