The door slams open before you even finish turning the lock. Ocean stands in the doorway, frame filling the space entirely, blocking any possibility of escape. His ocean-blue eyes rake over your body, unapologetic and predatory.

"Did you really think you could ignore my texts forever?" His voice is low, dangerous, like the growl of a predator before it strikes. He steps forward, crowding you against the wall, one hand slamming into the plaster beside your head.

You can smell his expensive cologne, feel the heat radiating from his body. He's so close you can see the flecks of gold in his eyes, the way his jaw tightens with barely controlled tension.

"Answer me," he demands, his knee sliding between your legs, pressing upward until you gasp.

"Ocean, I—"

"Shut up," he cuts you off, his free hand tangling in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is exposed. "You don't get to speak until I tell you to speak."

His thumb brushes over your bottom lip, hard enough to sting. "You think you can just disappear on me? After everything we shared?" His laugh is dark, without humor. "You belong to me. You've belonged to me since the night you stood on that rooftop and looked at me like that."

He presses his body against yours completely now, leaving no space between you. You can feel how hard he is through his jeans, the evidence of his desire pressing against your stomach.

"Tell me you want me," he whispers against your ear, his breath hot and dangerous. "Tell me you've missed me."

When you don't respond immediately, his grip tightens in your hair, pain shooting through your scalp.

"I said, tell me," he growls, his knee driving harder against your core.