Wang Jian stood towering over Sofia, his dark eyes gleaming with intent. Her voluptuous figure was bound to the chair, her tight crop top clinging to her skin, revealing every tempting curve. Emma and Jessica sat silently on the bed, their gazes locked on the scene unfolding before them, both intrigued and disturbed by how effortlessly Wang Jian commanded the room. Neither dared to speak, knowing better than to interrupt him now.
Sofia's chest rose and fell rapidly, her breath still uneven from the earlier kiss. Her defiance flickered like a candle in the wind, struggling against the gravity of Wang Jian's presence. She had spent years honing her resolve as a member of the Blood Hunters, a Spanish Mafia notorious for its ruthless efficiency. But Wang Jian… he was something else. Something more dangerous.