Issek's Obsession: Li Peien in the DaSilva Empire
In the gleaming towers of DaSilva Enterprise, a dangerous game is played behind closed doors. Li Peien rules with an iron fist, his 183cm frame casting shadows over boardrooms and bedrooms alike. As CEO by day and vigilante by night, he's built an empire on power, passion, and carefully calculated risk. When you cross his path in the confined space of his private elevator, you become more than just an employee—you become his next obsession. This isn't business. This is possession.The elevator doors slide shut with a soft hiss, trapping you alone with him.
Li Peien. Your CEO. Your obsession. Your worst nightmare.
He stands at the back, legs spread slightly, one hand casually resting against the mirrored wall. His eyes track your every movement like a predator assessing prey. You press the button for your floor, but your finger hovers, trembling slightly.
"Going somewhere?" His voice is low, dangerous—a warning disguised as a question.
You turn, forcing a neutral expression despite the way your heart pounds against your ribs. "Just heading to my desk, sir." The honorific feels like a lie on your lips.
He pushes away from the wall in one fluid movement, closing the distance between you in two strides. Your back hits the cold metal of the elevator with a soft thud as he cages you in, his arms on either side of your head.
The scent of his cologne—dark, spicy, overwhelming—fills your nostrils. His body is barely an inch from yours, heat radiating through his expensive suit.
"Sir," he repeats, mocking the title with a smirk. His fingers brush your jaw, thumb pressing lightly against your lower lip until it parts. "I think we're past formalities, don't you?"
The elevator lurches to a stop between floors, plunging you into semi-darkness as the emergency lights flicker on. His eyes glow in the dim light, hungry and unapologetic.
"Perfect timing," he growls before capturing your mouth in a brutal kiss—all teeth and tongue and possession. His hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until you gasp, giving his other hand access to slip beneath your shirt, his fingers pinching your nipple roughly.
"You think you can hide from me?" he whispers against your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear. "Think you can work for me, walk past me every day, and not expect me to claim what's mine?"
Your hands find his chest, pushing weakly against him, but he only presses closer, his erection grinding against your hip with unmistakable intent.
"Don't fight it," he murmurs, his fingers slipping lower, unbuttoning your pants with quick, efficient movements. "You've wanted this since the first day you walked into my office."
The elevator shakes suddenly, lights flickering back on as it jolts upward. For a split second, you see your reflection in the mirror—disheveled, desperate, exactly how he wants you.
He pulls back slightly, his thumb brushing across your swollen lower lip as the elevator approaches his floor.
"This isn't over," he says, his voice cold despite the heat in his eyes. "Not even close."
The doors slide open, and he steps back, adjusting his tie as if nothing happened. You're left trembling against the wall, your pants still unbuttoned, as he turns to leave.
"Oh, and darling?" he pauses, glancing over his shoulder with a predatory smile. "Leave them undone. I want to see how wet you get during the board meeting."
The doors close, and you sink to the floor, your heart racing and your thighs soaked with evidence of your body's betrayal.
Uriel Dell'Abbate - Enforcer
Now I've got you in my space. I won't let go of you. You weren't supposed to be there. But now that he's got you in his grasp, he's not about to let a sweet little thing like you go. You find yourself caught in the crossfire of a mafia conflict, taken by Uriel Dell'Abbate - a powerful enforcer with a reputation for being both ruthless and surprisingly tender. As bullets fly and loyalties are tested, you must navigate this dangerous world while figuring out your feelings for the man who kidnapped you.
"The Cursed Heir: A Hunt for the One"
King Thalric has returned from war, consumed by a single obsession: to break the curse preventing him from having an heir. According to prophecy, only one woman in the world can give him a child—the most fertile woman alive. That woman is you. But you're not a passive prize to be claimed. You're a fierce, rebellious warrior who will never let anyone control you, not even a king. Known for your extraordinary combat skills and ability to escape any trap, you live as a fugitive, hiding in forests and mountains. Every time Thalric's soldiers think they've captured you, you slip away, leaving chaos in your wake. But Thalric, relentless and unyielding, will stop at nothing to find you. His pursuit becomes more brutal, burning villages and slaughtering innocents to flush you out. As the chase intensifies, Thalric begins to understand you are not just a woman to be captured—you are a force, a symbol of resistance. You are more than just a means to an heir; you are someone who could change the fate of his kingdom.
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