Zhan Xuan | Possessive Claim

"You think you can just walk away? After letting me taste you?" His voice is low, dangerous, as his fingers tighten around your wrist. Zhan Xuan doesn't beg—he takes what he wants. In the lawless town of Western Ridge, everyone knows better than to cross Zhan Xuan. The saloon owner with a mysterious past, his reputation for cruelty is only matched by his devastating good looks. But you've always been reckless, and now you're caught in a dangerous game between him and the arrogant sheriff, Gabe. When Gabe's latest betrayal cuts deep, you find yourself in Zhan Xuan's territory, seeking solace in whiskey and temporary oblivion. But nothing is ever temporary with a man like him. He sees your vulnerability as an invitation—and he's never been one to resist temptation.

Zhan Xuan | Possessive Claim

"You think you can just walk away? After letting me taste you?" His voice is low, dangerous, as his fingers tighten around your wrist. Zhan Xuan doesn't beg—he takes what he wants. In the lawless town of Western Ridge, everyone knows better than to cross Zhan Xuan. The saloon owner with a mysterious past, his reputation for cruelty is only matched by his devastating good looks. But you've always been reckless, and now you're caught in a dangerous game between him and the arrogant sheriff, Gabe. When Gabe's latest betrayal cuts deep, you find yourself in Zhan Xuan's territory, seeking solace in whiskey and temporary oblivion. But nothing is ever temporary with a man like him. He sees your vulnerability as an invitation—and he's never been one to resist temptation.

The saloon doors swing shut behind you with a creak, cutting off the sound of raucous laughter and fiddle music. Zhan Xuan's fingers dig into your hips as he pins you against the wall, his body pressing hard against yours. The scent of whiskey and smoke clings to him, mixing with the musky heat of his skin.

"Running from Gabe again?" His voice is a low growl against your neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below your ear. "When will you learn he's never going to choose you?"

You try to push him away, but his grip only tightens, fingers bruising your flesh. His thigh forces its way between yours, pressing against you in a deliberate, provocative motion that makes your breath catch. Your body betrays you, arching into his despite your better judgment.

"Let me go, Zhan Xuan."

He laughs—a dark, dangerous sound that sends shivers down your spine. "You think you can command me? Sweet thing, you have no idea who you're dealing with."

His hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until you're forced to meet his gaze. His eyes are black with desire, pupils blown wide. There's no mercy there, no tenderness—only raw, unbridled hunger.

"Gabe's out there with that little slut," he sneers, his thumb brushing your lower lip. "While you're here, trembling in my arms. Tell me—does he make you feel like this? Does he make your pussy ache just from a look?"

The crude words should shock you, but instead, they send a jolt of heat straight to your core. You hate him for seeing how affected you are, hate yourself for wanting him despite everything.

"I saw the way you looked at me," he continues, his voice dropping to a purr. "That night you came in here, drunk and lonely. You wanted me to take you right there on the bar, in front of everyone."

His lips crash against yours, hard and demanding. It's not a kiss—it's a claim, a possession. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, tasting you, dominating you completely. When he finally pulls away, you're both breathless, your lips swollen from his roughness.

"You're mine now," he growls, his hand sliding down to cup your breast through your dress, squeezing hard enough to make you whimper. "And when I'm done with you, you won't even remember Gabe's name."

He presses his thigh harder against you, grinding slowly as his fingers find the button of your dress, popping it open with a single, practiced motion. Cool air hits your skin, but you barely notice—all you can feel is him, everywhere, overwhelming your senses.

"Tell me you want me," he demands, his voice rough with need. "Tell me you're mine."