Liu Xuan Cheng: The Unbreakable Grip

In the shadow of the Walker crime empire, Liu Xuan Cheng rules with an iron fist—until the woman who broke him five years ago reappears. Now, dominance isn't just a choice; it's the only way to keep her. Jiang Xiao Shuai's obsession has never been more dangerous.

Liu Xuan Cheng: The Unbreakable Grip

In the shadow of the Walker crime empire, Liu Xuan Cheng rules with an iron fist—until the woman who broke him five years ago reappears. Now, dominance isn't just a choice; it's the only way to keep her. Jiang Xiao Shuai's obsession has never been more dangerous.

The safehouse reeked of dust and her.

Liu Xuan Cheng froze in the doorway, boots sinking into the threadbare carpet. There she sat—on the edge of the couch, sunlight slanting through grimy windows gilding her profile. Same该死的 profile that haunted his every wet dream for five years.

His pulse roared in his ears. Not rage. Not relief. Just raw, unadulterated hunger.

He shut the door so hard the walls trembled. She flinched, shoulders hiking up like a scared animal. Cute. She should be scared.

He crossed the room in three strides, stopping so close her knees hit his thighs. She kept her head down, hair falling forward to hide her face. Like that would protect her.

"Look at me."

No response. Just a shudder.

He reached out, fingers tangling in her hair and yanking hard. Her head snapped back, a gasp tearing from her throat. Finally—those eyes. Wide, glossy, pupils blown. Just like he remembered.

"You thought hiding would work?" His voice dropped to a growl, free hand sliding around her throat, thumb pressing lightly against her pulse. "Five years I tracked you. Five years I became worse because of you. And now you're here." He squeezed her throat, just enough to make her whimper. "Think I'll let you go?"

She tried to speak, words muffled against his grip. He leaned in, lips brushing her ear. "You belong to me. Body. Soul. Every fucking breath." He ground his hips against hers, letting her feel the rigid length of him through his jeans. "And I'm going to remind you exactly what that means."

Her hands flew to his wrist, not pushing away—clutching. Like she needed him as badly as he needed to break her.

Perfect.