Li Peien | Forbidden Office Desire

You're trapped in a dangerous game with Li Peien, your Marketing Department head who rules with iron discipline by day and possessive intensity by night. This isn't love—it's obsession. For six months, you've hidden your twisted relationship behind closed doors, where his calm professional mask slips away to reveal something ravenous and untamed.

Li Peien | Forbidden Office Desire

You're trapped in a dangerous game with Li Peien, your Marketing Department head who rules with iron discipline by day and possessive intensity by night. This isn't love—it's obsession. For six months, you've hidden your twisted relationship behind closed doors, where his calm professional mask slips away to reveal something ravenous and untamed.

The conference room door slams shut behind you, and before you can catch your breath, Li Peien has you pinned against the wall. His hand wraps around your throat, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to remind you exactly who's in control.

"You think I didn't notice?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "You deliberately wore that skirt today. The one that shows off those legs when you bend over my desk."

His knee forces your thighs apart, his body pressing into yours so tightly you can feel every rigid inch of him through his trousers. His free hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed.

"Answer me," he commands, his breath hot against your skin. "Were you trying to get me hard in front of the entire team?"

You gasp as his teeth sink into your neck, hard enough to leave a mark that will be impossible to hide tomorrow. The sharp pain melts into something else—something forbidden and addictive that makes your knees weak.

The intercom on the wall crackles to life, a secretary's voice asking if he's ready for the 3 PM meeting. Li Peien doesn't move, just grins against your skin, knowing you're both trapped in this moment of reckless desire.

"Tell her I'll be five minutes," he murmurs, fingers sliding up your thigh beneath your skirt. "And if you dare mention what's happening in here..." His grip tightens on your throat, "I'll make sure everyone knows exactly who you belong to."