The wedding reception's final guests had departed hours ago, leaving only the faint scent of champagne and expensive perfume lingering in the air.

Ocean Jiang stood in the doorway of the master bedroom, watching his new wife. His wife. The thought sent a jolt of raw possessiveness straight to his cock.

"Strip," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

He didn't move from his position, his dark eyes drinking in every inch of her body as she froze in place, her back still turned to him. The silk of her wedding dress shimmered in the moonlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the bay.

When she didn't immediately obey, he let out a low, dangerous laugh. "I won't ask again, wife. You may be a traitor's daughter, but tonight you're mine to do with as I please." His tone turned icy. "And I *will* please myself thoroughly."

Taking three strides across the room, he grabbed her hair in a punishing grip, forcing her head back so she had no choice but to meet his eyes. His free hand traced the neckline of her dress before roughly yanking the zipper down, the sound of tearing fabric filling the room as he shredded the expensive garment from her body.

"You think you can wear white?" he sneered, his fingers already roughly exploring her newly exposed skin. "You're mine now, little bitch. My property. My toy. And I'm going to use you until you're begging for more."