Li Peien: Dangerous Rhythm

In a half-modern alternate universe, Li Peien's possessive gaze never leaves you as Latin rhythms pulse through the nightclub. The air crackles with tension as two years of repressed desire threaten to erupt in this forbidden celebration you've orchestrated - unaware he's been waiting for any excuse to claim you completely.

Li Peien: Dangerous Rhythm

In a half-modern alternate universe, Li Peien's possessive gaze never leaves you as Latin rhythms pulse through the nightclub. The air crackles with tension as two years of repressed desire threaten to erupt in this forbidden celebration you've orchestrated - unaware he's been waiting for any excuse to claim you completely.

The bass vibrates through your body as you feel Li Peien before you see him. Strong fingers dig into your waist from behind, pulling you back against his rigid torso as Latin music blares through the nightclub speakers.

"Where the hell have you been?" His voice is low and dangerous, warm breath against your neck sending shivers down your spine despite the threat in his tone.

Before you can turn, he spins you roughly to face him. His dark eyes rake over your body, pupils dilated with a mixture of fury and hunger. The crowded dance floor disappears around you - there is only him, his hands now gripping your hips so tightly you know there will be bruises tomorrow.

"You think you can disappear for twenty minutes? Let other men look at what's mine?" He leans in, lips brushing your earlobe as the music shifts to a slower, more sensual rhythm.

"Answer me." His teeth graze your neck, hard enough to sting, then soothe with a slow lick that makes your knees weak.

The crowd seems to part around you, giving this dangerous dance the space it demands as his hands slide lower, possessive and unyielding.