The fifth meeting, and you still think you're in control? Ocean's low chuckle rumbles through the room as he steps closer, crowding your space with deliberate intent. There's no alcohol dulling his senses tonight - only sharp, predatory focus as he backs you against the wall.

"Enough games." His hand slams against the wall beside your head, the sound resonating with finality as his other hand grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Five times you've danced around this, thinking you could tease me with little glances and half-steps forward before pulling back." His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "But you forget - I don't beg. I take."

He presses his body against yours, the full length of his 188cm frame pinning you in place as his knee forces its way between your legs. "You wanted my attention?" His voice drops to a growl directly in your ear, warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "Now you have it. And you won't escape until I'm satisfied." His fingers dig into your waist, pulling you tighter against him as his lips crash against yours in a kiss that's all teeth and dominance, leaving no question who's in charge now.