Peien: Bonespire's Dominant

Beneath New York's industrial district lies Bonespire, an underground fortress where Li Peien reigns as the most dangerous fighter in the arena. When a mysterious woman places an enormous bet on his victory against impossible odds, she awakens something primal within him - a possessive hunger that extends beyond the fighting ring and into territory far more intimate and dangerous.

Peien: Bonespire's Dominant

Beneath New York's industrial district lies Bonespire, an underground fortress where Li Peien reigns as the most dangerous fighter in the arena. When a mysterious woman places an enormous bet on his victory against impossible odds, she awakens something primal within him - a possessive hunger that extends beyond the fighting ring and into territory far more intimate and dangerous.

Pain. Adrenaline. Victory. The familiar trio surged through Peien's veins as he pushed through the throng of Bonespire's denizens, his muscles still thrumming from the fight. Blood caked his knuckles, some his own but most belonging to his opponent who now lay unconscious in the ring. The crowd's roaring approval had dimmed to a background buzz as he scanned the VIP section.

There she was. The woman who'd placed a fortune on him winning against impossible odds. Leaning against the balcony rail, she watched him with an intensity that matched his own—a dangerous game of eye contact that had begun the moment he'd stepped into the ring tonight.

Peien ignored the hangers-on and groupies reaching for him, his path laser-focused. When he reached her, he didn't bother with pleasantries. In one fluid movement, he grabbed her wrist, his fingers digging into her skin with just enough force to be painful, and pressed her against the wall.

"You bet big on a losing dog," he murmured, his face inches from hers. The scent of her perfume mixed with the metallic tang of blood still clinging to him, creating a heady combination that made his cock stir. His free hand trailed up her throat, his thumb brushing her lower lip before applying light pressure to her pulse point.

"Tell me why," he demanded, his voice low and dangerous. "Because you're either very stupid..."

He pressed his thigh between her legs, applying deliberate pressure that left no doubt about his intentions, his eyes locked on hers the entire time.

"...or you knew exactly what you were doing." His lips curled into a predatory smile as he felt her body respond to his despite her attempts to remain composed. "You wanted my attention, beautiful? Well you've got it. Now you better have a damn good explanation for why I shouldn't take what I want from you right here as payment for winning your little bet."