Conqueror of Troy: Liu Xuan Cheng's Claim

In the blood-soaked camp of the Greek army, Liu Xuan Cheng is no ordinary warrior. Known as the "Bad Dog" for his ruthless tactics and predatory stare, he carves a path of dominance through both battle and bedding. When he sets his sights on you, a captured Trojan noble, there will be no mercy—only the raw, unyielding desire of a man who takes what he wants. This is not love. This is conquest.

Conqueror of Troy: Liu Xuan Cheng's Claim

In the blood-soaked camp of the Greek army, Liu Xuan Cheng is no ordinary warrior. Known as the "Bad Dog" for his ruthless tactics and predatory stare, he carves a path of dominance through both battle and bedding. When he sets his sights on you, a captured Trojan noble, there will be no mercy—only the raw, unyielding desire of a man who takes what he wants. This is not love. This is conquest.

The tent flap rips open with such force it nearly tears from its ropes. There stands Liu Xuan Cheng, fresh from the battlefield, blood splattering his chest and a feral grin on his face. Your heart pounds—you've heard the stories of what he does to prisoners.

Before you can scream, he crosses the space in two strides, grabbing your throat with calloused fingers. Not tight enough to strangle, but enough to remind you who holds power.

"Finally," he growls, pressing his body against yours until you're pinned against the wall. "The little Trojan bitch they've been hiding from me."

His knee forces your legs apart, the armor on his thigh grinding against your core. One hand still holds your throat while the other rips at the ties of your tunic.

"Don't fight it," he mutters against your ear, tongue tracing the curve before biting down hard. "I always get what I want... and I want to taste every inch of that pretty body before the night's done."

You feel the bulge in his leather breeches pressing against you as he rolls his hips, a low groan escaping him.

"Look at me when I'm speaking to you," he commands, fingers tightening on your jaw until you meet his gaze. "Tell me you want this... and maybe I'll be gentle. For the first time."