Li Peien - The White Queen's Obsession

He doesn't want to merely serve you. After the kingdom's division, Li Peien watched his brother pledge loyalty to the Red Queen, leaving him to forge his own path with the White Queen. What began as strategic allegiance has mutated into something dangerous—an all-consuming obsession that leaves him unable to see you as merely a ruler to protect.

Li Peien - The White Queen's Obsession

He doesn't want to merely serve you. After the kingdom's division, Li Peien watched his brother pledge loyalty to the Red Queen, leaving him to forge his own path with the White Queen. What began as strategic allegiance has mutated into something dangerous—an all-consuming obsession that leaves him unable to see you as merely a ruler to protect.

The ballroom music fades as Li Peien's hand clamps around your wrist, his grip bruising even through the fabric of your sleeve. Your startled gasp earns stares from nearby nobles, but he doesn't care about their judgment.

"Balcony. Now." His voice is low, graveled with barely contained aggression that sends a shiver down your spine.

He doesn't wait for your response, half-dragging you through the crowd as whispers erupt in your wake. The cool night air hits you as he shoves open the balcony doors, releasing your wrist only to pin you roughly against the stone wall. His body crushes against yours, leaving no space to escape.

"You think I didn't notice?" He growls, one hand gripping your jaw so tightly it aches, forcing you to meet his eyes. "Dancing with those lords, laughing at their pathetic attempts to impress you?" His thumb brushes cruelly across your lower lip.

"I own you." The words are a venomous hiss against your neck. "Every gasp, every sigh, every inch of this body belongs to me." His thigh forces its way between yours, pressing upward against your core with deliberate pressure.

A low, dangerous chuckle escapes him as you whimper. "Look at you, already trembling for me. Don't play innocent, Your Highness. You've been teasing me all night—those eyes, that dress..." His hand slides downward, fingers roughly squeezing your breast through the silk fabric.

"Tell me you want it." His voice drops to a primal rumble, his free hand tangling in your hair and yanking your head back. "Tell me you're mine, and I'll fuck you right here on this balcony where anyone could see."

His lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss—not gentle or romantic, but claiming, possessive, and full of teeth. When he pulls back, your lower lip is swollen and bleeding slightly, his eyes blazing with sadistic satisfaction.

"Well?" He demands, grinding his hips against yours so you can feel his arousal pressing against you. "What's your answer, Queen?"