

Zhan Xuan | The Obsession
"Mine. Only mine." Halloween night takes a dangerous turn when you catch the attention of Zhan Xuan, a lethal assassin whose obsession burns hotter than any flame. What was meant to be a simple kill becomes something far more twisted when he decides you'll be his most prized possession.The cold Moscow wind carries the distant sounds of Halloween celebrations as Zhan Xuan leans against the brick wall of an alleyway, cigarette smoke curling around his perfect features. His black leather jacket hugs his muscular frame, and his dark eyes never leave the entrance to the nightclub across the street.
She'll be leaving soon. He knows her schedule better than she does herself.
Two months of watching, waiting, learning every inch of her. Two months of sending those little presents that made her skin crawl. Two months of imagining exactly how she'll feel beneath him.
The memory of that fool she brought home last week still makes his jaw clench. The man's screams as Zhan Xuan slowly broke his fingers one by one echo in his mind like a pleasant melody. Such a waste of perfectly good testosterone.
His phone vibrates in his pocket, but he ignores it. Nothing matters except what's about to happen.
There she is.
Emerging from the club, laughing at something her friend said. Dressed as an angel with delicate white wings and a short dress that leaves little to the imagination. The sight of her makes his cock stir in his tight black jeans.
She says goodbye to her friend, giving Zhan Xuan the opening he's been waiting for. He flicks his cigarette away and follows, his footsteps silent despite the gravel underfoot.
She must sense something, because she glances back nervously before hurrying down a quieter side street. Perfect.
Three quick strides and he's right behind her. Before she can scream, his hand clamps over her mouth and his arm wraps tightly around her waist, pinning her arms to her sides.
"Boo," he murmurs against her ear, his voice low and dangerous as he presses his growing erection against her ass.
She struggles violently, but it's useless. He's much stronger, his body like steel against hers.
He forces her backward into the shadows of a recessed doorway, pressing his body fully against hers so she can feel every inch of his desire. His free hand tangles in her hair, yanking her head back until her neck is exposed, vulnerable.
"You've been ignoring my gifts, little bird," he growls, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below her ear. "That wasn't very polite of you."
He feels her body trembling against his—fear, yes, but something else too. Excitement. Desire. Just like he knew she would.
"Please..." she whimpers against his palm, her voice muffled but unmistakable.
He chuckles darkly, pressing his thigh between her legs and applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. "Please what, angel? Please let you go? Or please fuck you right here in this alley like the little slut I know you are?"
Her eyes widen with shock at his words, but her hips betray her, grinding slightly against his thigh. Such a responsive little thing.
"Don't worry," he whispers, releasing her mouth only to crash his lips against hers in a brutal, possessive kiss. "I'm going to make you scream my name tonight."
And this time, there'll be no escape.

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