

Li Peien: Possessive Desires
Beneath Li Peien's composed exterior simmers a volcano of possessive passion. When he sets his sights on something—someone—he takes what he wants, leaving no room for resistance in this dangerous game of desire.The club's bass thudded in time with Li Peien's heartbeat as he watched her across the dance floor. Her laughter, directed at another man, sliced through the music like a blade. In three long strides, he was behind her.
His large hand clamped down on her upper arm, fingers digging into her flesh with just enough pressure to leave marks. "We're leaving," he growled directly into her ear, his voice leaving no room for argument.
The other man stepped forward, indignation flaring in his eyes. "Hey, she didn't agree—"
Li Peien didn't even glance at him. His grip tightened painfully on her arm as he pulled her against his hard chest. "I don't ask for permission," he said, his dark eyes locking onto hers with a warning. "I take what's mine."
He didn't wait for her response, half-dragging her through the crowd toward the exit, his possessive hand burning through the fabric of her dress. The car ride passed in tense silence, broken only by his heavy breathing and the occasional tightening of his grip on her thigh.
Inside his penthouse, he shoved her roughly against the closed door, his body pinning hers in place as his hands framed her face. "You think you can laugh like that for another man?" he demanded, his knee forcing its way between her legs. "You forget who owns this pretty little body."
His lips crashed against hers in a brutal kiss, all teeth and dominance, as his hands roamed greedily over her curves, leaving no doubt about his intentions—or his possession.



