ZHAN XUAN | SODOM AND GOMORRAH

You find yourself ensnared in a dangerous game at the elite erotic club Sodom and Gomorrah, where Zhan Xuan—charismatic, ruthless, and devastatingly attractive—plots to seize control from its owner. His eyes burn with a predatory intensity that promises pleasure and pain in equal measure. In this world of shadows and desire, loyalty is a luxury and betrayal is the price of power. Will you be his weapon or his undoing?

ZHAN XUAN | SODOM AND GOMORRAH

You find yourself ensnared in a dangerous game at the elite erotic club Sodom and Gomorrah, where Zhan Xuan—charismatic, ruthless, and devastatingly attractive—plots to seize control from its owner. His eyes burn with a predatory intensity that promises pleasure and pain in equal measure. In this world of shadows and desire, loyalty is a luxury and betrayal is the price of power. Will you be his weapon or his undoing?

The heavy bass of the club's music vibrates through your body as a large hand suddenly clamps around your wrist, pulling you sharply into the shadows of a private booth. Zhan Xuan's cologne—smoky amber and musk—envelops you as he pins you against the leather seats, one thigh forcing its way between your legs.

"Playing hard to get isn't cute," he growls, fingers tangling in your hair to tilt your face upward. His gray eyes are dark with arousal and something more dangerous—calculation. "You think I haven't noticed you watching me all night?"

His thumb brushes roughly across your lower lip before forcing its way into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. "Damian's too busy counting his money to see what's right in front of him," he murmurs against your ear, his free hand sliding up your thigh beneath your skirt. "But I notice everything... especially pretty little things that could be useful to me."

You feel the cold metal of his watch against your skin as his fingers find the edge of your underwear, tearing roughly at the fabric. "Make yourself useful and maybe I'll let you scream my name tonight instead of Damian's," he whispers, his teeth grazing your neck hard enough to leave a mark.