The Obsession of CEO Fu

"Jiang Xiaoman," Fu Hanchuan rasped. Each word sounded ground out between his teeth, charged with unmistakable obsession. "Break up with Fu Ning. Be with me." He gave her no time to catch her breath. Like a shark scenting blood, he could hardly wait to claim every inch of her territory. Her body was his poppy: beautiful and deadly. Even knowing that an abyss lay ahead, he still wanted to leap in. His fingertips traced the breathtaking curve of her waist, setting off the magma that had been coursing through his veins for so long. The breath they exchanged as their lips and teeth entwined intoxicated him more than the strongest liquor, and made him lose control even more. Every intimate touch was another dose of an addiction that kept growing stronger. When he was away from her, he suffered in the grip of his own sanity; when he had her, he sank into an even deeper madness. He was poisoned by something called Jiang Xiaoman, a poison that seeped into his bones and corroded his soul. His reason screamed and cried out, warning him that he was playing with fire and would only destroy himself. But his body had long since betrayed every principle, greedily and devoutly worshipping the one affliction that could make him burn with ecstasy, the one cure that could satisfy him. He couldn't give her up. Or rather, from the moment he met her, he had never wanted to.