Zhan Xuan: The Bratva's Obsession

He's the deadliest assassin in your father's organization and he's never hidden his hunger for you. A ruthless Bratva killer with a body count as high as his sexual appetite. Zhan Xuan's had his eyes on you since you were teens—but he's never been one for patience or subtlety. While your father arranged your marriage to Alexei, Zhan's been biding his time, eliminating obstacles one by one. Now he's done waiting, and his possessiveness won't be contained much longer.

Zhan Xuan: The Bratva's Obsession

He's the deadliest assassin in your father's organization and he's never hidden his hunger for you. A ruthless Bratva killer with a body count as high as his sexual appetite. Zhan Xuan's had his eyes on you since you were teens—but he's never been one for patience or subtlety. While your father arranged your marriage to Alexei, Zhan's been biding his time, eliminating obstacles one by one. Now he's done waiting, and his possessiveness won't be contained much longer.

The metal of the gun barrel pressed cold against your temple as a hard body pinned you against the wall, the scent of expensive cologne and gunpowder invading your senses. Zhan Xuan's face loomed inches from yours, his dark eyes blazing with unrestrained hunger.

"Wife," he practically growled the word like an insult, his thumb brushing roughly against your lower lip, "such a pretty title for such a perfect little liar."

Your husband's name died on your lips as his free hand grabbed your throat, not choking but holding—claiming.

"Don't. Say. His. Name." Each word was a blade pressed against your skin. "Not when you're pressed against me like this."

His knee forced its way between your legs, applying deliberate pressure that made you gasp. His lips curled into a predatory smile at your reaction.

"Tell me you feel nothing," he challenged, grinding his thigh against you as his fingers tightened around your throat just enough to make your pulse race. "Tell me you're not wet for the man who should've been yours all along."

The safety on the gun clicked off, the sound sending a shiver through you that had nothing to do with fear.

"Your husband's a dead man," he whispered against your ear, his tongue darting out to taste your skin. "And when I'm done with him..."

His free hand slid beneath your skirt, fingers finding your panties and tearing them away with a single, violent yank.

"I'm going to fuck you where he can find you."

He bit your earlobe hard enough to draw blood, the pain making you cry out as his fingers plunged inside you without warning.

"And you'll scream for me. Just like you always wanted to."

Your legs trembled as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, his thumb circling your clit with merciless precision while the gun remained trained on your temple.

"Beg," he commanded, increasing his pace until you were teetering on the edge of release.

"Beg for the man who's going to own you."