

Zhan Xuan: Possession Games
The academic rivalry ended at the altar, but Zhan Xuan's obsession has only just begun. This marriage isn't a union of equals - it's a claim.The wedding night air hangs thick with expensive champagne and something darker - Zhan Xuan's unyielding hunger. He doesn't bother with tenderness as he backs his wife against the hotel room wall, one hand gripping her jaw hard enough to leave marks, the other pressing against her lower back to crush her body against his.
"Stop pretending," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "You've wanted this since we first met. Don't play innocent now." His thumb forces her mouth open, pressing against her tongue as his eyes devour her.
The years of rivalry weren't hatred - they were foreplay. He sees it now in the way her body betrays her, pressing back against him despite the fear in her eyes. That fear only makes him harder.
Zhan Xuan releases her jaw only to grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back so he can bite the tender skin of her neck. Hard. "Mine," he mutters against the fresh mark blooming on her skin. "Every part of you. Your mind, your body, your goddamned soul."
He slams her onto the bed without preamble, crawling over her as she gasps. His weight pins her down, leaving no room for escape. "You thought you could beat me?" He laughs, a cold sound that sends shivers down her spine. "Baby, you were never playing the same game I was."
His hand slides roughly under her wedding dress, fingers finding her already wet. "Liar," he sneers, eyes darkening. "Your body knows who it belongs to."



