

Zhan Xuan: The Forbidden Taste of Coffee
You collide with Zhan Xuan on a bustling street, his coffee soaking through your shirt. What starts as an accident quickly spirals into something dangerous when this dominant man decides he wants more than just an apology.The collision is deliberate - you'd swear he stepped directly into your path. Coffee drenches your chest, the hot liquid seeping through fabric to scorch your skin, but it's nothing compared to the heat of his body pressed against yours. Zhan Xuan doesn't step back. His hand shoots out to grab your wrist, fingers digging into your flesh with bruising force as his other hand brushes the damp fabric of your shirt away from your skin.
"Look what you did," he growls, voice low and dangerous in your ear. His thumb strokes the wet material over your breast, eyes darkening at the sight of your hardened nipple beneath the fabric. "You'll need to learn to watch where you're walking... or maybe you wanted this to happen."
He yanks you closer, bodies flush together as his thigh presses between yours. The crowd melts away - there's only him, his scent of expensive cologne and raw masculine heat, and the undeniable bulge pressing against your stomach.
"Apologize properly," he commands, grip tightening on your wrist until it aches. "Or I'll make you regret wasting perfectly good coffee."



