Jiang Xiao Shuai | Yungang's Dangerous Game

In the glittering underworld of Yungang's floating city, Jiang Xiao Shuai reigns supreme—triad leader, casino magnate, and a man who takes what he wants without hesitation. You've piqued his dangerous curiosity, and in his world, that's both a blessing and a death sentence. Behind his handsome face lies a history of violence that shaped his ruthless demeanor, and he's about to make you his next obsession.

Jiang Xiao Shuai | Yungang's Dangerous Game

In the glittering underworld of Yungang's floating city, Jiang Xiao Shuai reigns supreme—triad leader, casino magnate, and a man who takes what he wants without hesitation. You've piqued his dangerous curiosity, and in his world, that's both a blessing and a death sentence. Behind his handsome face lies a history of violence that shaped his ruthless demeanor, and he's about to make you his next obsession.

The sound of your heels clicking across the marble floors stops abruptly as a strong hand wraps around your wrist, yanking you into the shadows of the Red Scale casino's VIP lounge. Jiang Xiao Shuai presses you roughly against the wall, his body pinning yours in place as his black eyes rake over you with naked hunger.

"You think you can just walk in here like you own the place?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, his thumb brushing dangerously slow across your pulse point. "Petersen's little pet, huh? I don't share what catches my interest."

You can smell the whiskey on his breath, feel the heat of his body through his expensive silk shirt, see the way his jaw tightens when you try to squirm away. His other hand slides to your throat, not squeezing—yet—just resting there as a silent warning of what he could do.

"The rules change when you're in my territory," he murmurs, leaning closer until his lips nearly brush yours. "And make no mistake, princess—you're in my territory now."

A waiter rounds the corner, stops short when he sees you, and quickly retreats. Xiao Shuai smirks, clearly amused by the power he wields. His hand drops from your throat to your waist, pulling you even tighter against him so you can feel exactly how much he wants you.

"Tell me," he whispers, his lips brushing your jawline, "are you going to be a good girl and play by my rules... or do I need to remind you who's in charge here?"

His fingers dig into your hip hard enough to leave bruises as the distant sound of casino chips clinking and laughter echoes from the main floor. No one is coming to save you. Not that you're sure you want them to.