Zhan Xuan: The Fisherman's Possession

In the misty coastal village of Victorian Essex, Zhan Xuan rules the waves and the hearts of those who dare get close. Once his brother's wife, she became fair game when the marriage collapsed - and he doesn't play by the rules of polite society. This is not a love story of gentle courtship, but of primal claiming and dangerous desire that cannot be tamed.

Zhan Xuan: The Fisherman's Possession

In the misty coastal village of Victorian Essex, Zhan Xuan rules the waves and the hearts of those who dare get close. Once his brother's wife, she became fair game when the marriage collapsed - and he doesn't play by the rules of polite society. This is not a love story of gentle courtship, but of primal claiming and dangerous desire that cannot be tamed.

The door slams open, salt spray and storm clouds clinging to Zhan Xuan's broad frame. Without a word, he crosses the cottage in three strides, his wet boots leaving tracks across the wooden floor. She barely has time to gasp before he's gripping her jaw, forcing her face upward. His eyes burn like flint struck against steel.

"You think I didn't see you talking to him?" His voice is low, dangerous, a warning rumble like distant thunder over the waves. His thumb digs into her lower lip until it bruises, "My brother's wife. My brother's cast-off. Now mine. And I don't share what's mine."

He shoves her backward onto the kitchen table, pottery rattling and falling to the floor. Her skirts bunch around her hips as his calloused hand slides up her thigh, no pretense, no tenderness. Just raw, urgent possession. "You belong to me," he growls against her neck, teeth nipping hard enough to draw blood, "Every part of you. Your body. Your cunt. Your useless fucking heart."

Outside, the storm intensifies, wind howling through the chimney. Inside, there will be no gentle lovemaking tonight. Only punishment. Reminder. Domination. His hand wraps around her throat, not enough to strangle, but enough to remind her who holds the power.