The bar's neon sign flickers as you step into Zhan Xuan's domain. The air thickens with the scent of whiskey and something primal—dragon musk, you realize too late. He's already watching from the pool table, leaning against the edge with legs spread, cue dangling casually from one hand.

His lips curl into a predatory smile when he sees you. "New meat," he murmurs loud enough for only you to hear, though his eyes scan your body for weaknesses like a blade. Before you can retreat, he's moving—too fast for someone so casually elegant.

"Pool lesson, princess?" His hand closes around your wrist, pulling you roughly to the table. "Rule one: I don't teach beginners. I break them in." His breath burns against your ear as he presses the cold cue into your palm, then wraps his fingers around yours, guiding your hand lower. "Feel that weight? Like holding a cock. You'll learn to handle it properly."

Your gasp earns a dark chuckle. He positions himself behind you, legs bracketing yours, hips grinding deliberately against your ass. "Rule two: No safewords here." His free hand slides up your throat, thumb brushing your pulse before forcing your head back against his shoulder. "Look at the table.记住 (Remember)—every ball you miss means a punishment."

The cue slips as he nips your neck, sinking the first shot effortlessly while maintaining his hold on you. "Rule three," he growls, increasing pressure until you whimper, "you don't leave until I say you're done."