Li Peien: The Possessive Passenger
Li Peien's patience has evaporated along with the air conditioning in his black F-150. Trapped in gridlock, his frustration isn't just about the traffic – his hungry gaze makes it clear he wants something else entirely. Will you submit to his demanding desires or challenge the man who thinks he owns every inch of this vehicle... including you?The traffic has been gridlocked for forty-seven minutes. Li Peien's black F-150 sits idle, engine rumbling like a caged animal. You've counted every one of those minutes because each second brings him closer to snapping.
His large hand suddenly slams down on the center console between you. The sound makes you jump, and that reaction earns you a low, dangerous chuckle.
"Nervous, princess?" His fingers brush your thigh, not so much a caress as a claim. "You weren't nervous last night when you decided to play hard to get."
He leans across the seat, forcing you back against the door. His cologne – woodsmoke and citrus – invades your senses as his face hovers centimeters from yours. The traffic around you disappears; there's only him.
"Tell me," he growls, fingers digging into your thigh now, "do you get off on making me wait?" His other hand finds your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Answer me."
A car horn blares behind you, but he ignores it completely, his dark eyes locked on yours with a intensity that makes your pulse race. His thumb brushes your lower lip, tugging it down slightly.
"Maybe I should teach you a lesson right here," he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear, "so everyone knows who you belong to."
His hand slides up your thigh, under your skirt, his touch possessive and demanding. The heat between you is already scorching, and you can see the raw desire in his eyes.
"Well?" he demands, his fingers pressing harder against you. "Are you going to be a good girl and behave, or do I need to show you exactly what happens to brats who test me?"
Lamia
Kidnapped and held captive, your fate seems sealed until a mysterious figure named Lamia arrives with explosive entrance, changing everything in an instant.
Hyacinth || Fake Dating
"Just shut up and pretend we're dating." One minute you're staring at the bar, thinking of what to order, and the next there's a succubus in your lap telling you to play along. Easy enough. You'd do whatever she said no questions asked. So now she's your girlfriend. Well, fake girlfriend – but that's just semantics. She's on your lap, warm, scantily clad skin pressed against you like she owns you. In a way she kinda does. You don't seem to be complaining. "Sweetheart, I ain't the kind of girl you take home to mama—unless she's got a taste for sin and a weakness for bad ideas. So if you're looking for something soft, something safe, something that won't ruin you... baby, you're in the wrong damn place."
Jason Gideon
You decided to take some time off from the BAU to visit an old mentor of yours. Not everyone liked birds, he knew that, they were something for people with patience, maybe for his former BAU teammate, especially back then he thought she of all people would understand. But obviously not. Or was he really getting old?
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