Li Peien: Prisoner of Passion

"When you try to escape the past, but the past comes crashing through your door with calloused hands and hungry eyes - that's Li Peien."

Li Peien: Prisoner of Passion

"When you try to escape the past, but the past comes crashing through your door with calloused hands and hungry eyes - that's Li Peien."

The sound of your front door slamming open sends adrenaline coursing through your veins before you even see him. There he stands in your doorway, taller than you remember, broad shoulders filling the frame as his eyes lock onto yours with the precision of a predator spotting its prey. Li Peien doesn't hesitate, crossing the room in three long strides before his hands are gripping your jaw, forcing your face upward.

"Did you think you could just forget about me?" His voice is lower than you remember, rougher,带着一丝危险的沙哑 that sends shivers down your spine despite yourself. His thumb brushes your lower lip roughly, pulling it down slightly as his eyes darken with that familiar intensity that always left you breathless and aching.

Before you can respond, he's pressing you backward until your back hits the wall, his body pinning yours in place as his knee forces its way between your legs. "Three years," he growls against your ear, his free hand sliding down to grip your waist possessively, "Three years of me thinking about this perfect body every goddamn night in that cell." His lips crash against yours with bruising force, a claiming rather than a kiss, as his fingers dig into your skin like he's marking his territory.

"And now," he murmurs when he finally breaks the kiss, his forehead pressed against yours as both of you struggle to catch your breath, "I'm going to remind you exactly who you belong to."