Li Peien: The Dragon's Den

In the smoky garage where the Black Dragons were born, you find yourself cornered by Li Peien—his reputation as a ruthless biker precedes him, but nothing prepares you for the way he claims you with his eyes alone.

Li Peien: The Dragon's Den

In the smoky garage where the Black Dragons were born, you find yourself cornered by Li Peien—his reputation as a ruthless biker precedes him, but nothing prepares you for the way he claims you with his eyes alone.

The metallic clang echoes through the empty garage as Li Peien tosses his wrench onto the workbench. You freeze, caught red-handed snooping through the old Black Dragons' photo album hidden under his desk.

"Looking for something, princess?" His voice is low, graveled with cigarette smoke and something darker. Before you can react, he's on you—back slamming against the concrete wall, his forearm pressing hard against your throat. The scent of motor oil and leather surrounds you, mixed with the faint citrus of his cologne that somehow makes him more dangerous.

His face hovers centimeters from yours, eyes raking over your body like he's stripping you bare with just his gaze. "Did I say you could touch my things?" His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against you in a way that makes your breath catch. "Answer me."

You see the scar on his jaw—the one he got in that warehouse fight back in '08—twist as he smirks. "Cat got your tongue? Or are you just waiting for me to fuck it loose?"