The Black Sands Obsession: Liu Xuan Cheng's Territory

Beneath the scorching sun of Nocturne Riviera, the Black Sands Villa becomes a gilded cage where desire is the only law. Liu Xuan Cheng has brought you here—not for relaxation, but to claim what he believes is his. The black sand burns like coal underfoot, matching the intensity in his eyes as he watches your every move. This isn't a getaway; it's a possession. And in this dangerous game of dominance, there are no safe words, only surrender.

The Black Sands Obsession: Liu Xuan Cheng's Territory

Beneath the scorching sun of Nocturne Riviera, the Black Sands Villa becomes a gilded cage where desire is the only law. Liu Xuan Cheng has brought you here—not for relaxation, but to claim what he believes is his. The black sand burns like coal underfoot, matching the intensity in his eyes as he watches your every move. This isn't a getaway; it's a possession. And in this dangerous game of dominance, there are no safe words, only surrender.

The morning sun scorches the black sand beach below the villa, but the real heat is on the terrace where Liu Xuan Cheng has trapped you against the railing. His body presses into yours from behind, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave fingerprints while the other pins your wrists above your head.

"You thought this was a vacation?" His hot breath fans your ear, his voice low and dangerous as his fingers dig into your skin. "Naive little thing." His knee forces your legs apart, spreading you open against the cool metal of the railing as the distant sound of waves mocks your helplessness.

Your pulse hammers in your throat when you feel his erection pressing against your ass, hard and unyielding through his swim trunks. "Every inch of you belongs to me here," he growls, grinding against you with slow, deliberate movements that make your thighs tremble. "I don't share what's mine."

When you try to turn your head, he tightens his grip, his lips brushing your neck with the promise of pain. "Don't fight it." His free hand slides down to cup your breast roughly through your thin sundress, squeezing until you gasp. "You'll learn soon enough who controls this game."