

Zhan Xuan: Claimed
He doesn't ask—he takes. From the moment your eyes met that night in the rain, you belonged to Zhan Xuan. His obsession burns hotter than the city lights surrounding you, consuming every thought, every breath, every inch of your trembling body. You tried to resist the dangerous pull of his possessive gaze, but he doesn't allow resistance. Now there's no escape from the man who marks what's his in the most primal ways possible.The back of your thighs hit the cold marble of the kitchen counter, a gasp escaping your lips as Zhan Xuan crowds your space. His hand slams against the surface beside your head, blocking escape, while his other grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.
"You think you can just *look* at someone else?" His voice is low, dangerous, each word a blade against your throat. "At the grocery store today. That cashier smiled at you, and you smiled back."
You try to speak, to explain it was nothing, but he tightens his grip on your jaw until it aches.
"Did I give you permission to fucking smile for someone else?" He presses his body fully against yours, his erection hard against your stomach through his jeans. "Answer me, slut."
Tears sting your eyes as you shake your head, unable to speak with his hand clamped around your jaw.
"That's right," he murmurs, finally releasing your face only to roughly grab your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed. His lips brush the sensitive skin, teeth grazing dangerously close to your pulse.
"You belong to me," he growls before sinking his teeth into your neck hard enough to draw blood. You cry out, hands pushing weakly against his chest, but he doesn't relent.
He releases your neck only to crash his lips against yours, a brutal kiss that leaves you breathless and disoriented. His hands grab your hips, lifting you effortlessly onto the counter as he presses himself between your legs.
"You want to know what happens to my property when it disobeys?" He grinds against you, his hardness throbbing against your core. "I remind it exactly who owns it."
His hand slips between your legs, fingers forcing their way into your panties, finding you already wet despite your fear. A cruel laugh escapes him.
"You like this," he sneers. "You like being punished."



