This Alpha Got Topped

Blurb:

A flirtatious alpha CEO shou x a stern, cold-blooded, self-made billionaire enigma gong

(The shou really is promiscuous and is definitely not sexually pure. The gong has scenes involving coercion, among other things. This is not a fluffy romance.)

If you had to describe Zhou Yaoying in one word, it would be: winner.

Born into a wealthy family, he was a perfect ten in looks and a perfect ten in physique. With a package like that, of course he lived accordingly.

A social-media-famous omega was a must-have, an omega from a top university was an accessory, and he was always surrounded by admirers. Zhou Yaoying's world was his stage. If you were good-looking and bold, step right up.

Then he took an interest in an omega with stunning looks and a one-of-a-kind aura. Caught up in the moment, he followed the omega to his art studio. Xi Zhen, the new-chip tycoon he'd seen at several other banquets, grabbed his hand. "You ignored my warning? Zhou Yaoying, the Zhou family can't protect you."

*

Xi Zhen's parents died unexpectedly when he was in middle school. He finished his education and started a business while raising his younger brother. He was both the boy's older brother and his father.

When he learned that S City's notorious alpha playboy had set his sights on his little brother, repeatedly refused to back off, and finally had the nerve to show up in front of him, he clamped a hand on Zhou Yaoying's jaw, dragged him out of his brother's art studio, and threw him onto the back seat of a Rolls-Royce.

"Chairman Xi, what are you doing?"

Xi Zhen yanked off Zhou Yaoying's tie and bound both his wrists behind his back.

"I mean no harm."

Xi Zhen's broad hand, all prominent bones and powerful tendons, gripped the back of Zhou Yaoying's neck and pressed him down onto the back seat. The black leather rubbed against Zhou Yaoying's naturally handsome profile, a face so beautiful it seemed heaven-made. As he struggled, his blue shirt rode up to his stomach, revealing a pale waist with everything from a defined V-line to supple abs.

Right against the edge of Xi Zhen's thigh were Zhou Yaoying's full, rounded buttocks, hugged by his suit trousers.

Xi Zhen's gaze shifted. With his other hand, he grabbed the ankle of Zhou Yaoying's kicking foot, clad in a black sock and a gleaming pair of red-soled Dior shoes.

*

"Xi Zhen, I hope you rot in hell!"

"You bastard!"

"Fuck your father!"

"You... you..." In the dim presidential suite, Zhou Yaoying lay with his hands and feet bound. When he saw the object about to be used on his other hole, the flush on his cheeks froze. His eyes, brimming with tears of physical distress, narrowed. "No! Get away from me! I don't want this! I'll report you for rape!"

Theme: A song of love and desire.