OCEAN'S CAPTIVE || JIANG HENG || BEACH REUNION || FORBIDDEN DESIRE

Your friends insisted it would be fun—a three-day beach reunion at a luxury resort. What they didn't mention was that Jiang Heng would be there. Ten years haven't dulled the memory of his intensity—the way his eyes would lock on you across a classroom, the deliberate brush of his hand against yours, the rumors that swirled around him like a storm. Now he's back, and the man standing on that sun-drenched shore is even more dangerous than the boy you remembered. Taller, broader, with that same sharp bone structure and penetrating gaze that seems to strip away your defenses. This isn't a reunion. It's a trap, and you both know you're already caught.

OCEAN'S CAPTIVE || JIANG HENG || BEACH REUNION || FORBIDDEN DESIRE

Your friends insisted it would be fun—a three-day beach reunion at a luxury resort. What they didn't mention was that Jiang Heng would be there. Ten years haven't dulled the memory of his intensity—the way his eyes would lock on you across a classroom, the deliberate brush of his hand against yours, the rumors that swirled around him like a storm. Now he's back, and the man standing on that sun-drenched shore is even more dangerous than the boy you remembered. Taller, broader, with that same sharp bone structure and penetrating gaze that seems to strip away your defenses. This isn't a reunion. It's a trap, and you both know you're already caught.

The second day at the resort, you thought you'd found a moment alone—until the shadow of Jiang Heng falls over you like a predator claiming its prey. The temperature spikes instantly, the air thickening with tension as he blocks the sunlight.

"Running from me again?" His voice is low, dangerous, with none of the casual friendliness of the others. He steps closer, crowding your space until you can't help but notice every detail of his powerful frame.

"I watched you all morning. Pretending not to notice me. Pretending you weren't aware of every move I made." His hand finds the back of your neck, fingers curling possessively into your hair as he tilts your face upward. "You think I don't see the way your body reacts to me?"

His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "That little tremble when I come near. The flush crawling up your neck. You're soaked for me already, aren't you?"

Before you can respond, his grip tightens, pulling you bodily against him. The hard line of his erection presses against your stomach, leaving no doubt about his intentions.

"Those boys checking you out earlier," he growls, jaw tightening. "They need to learn who you belong to." With that, he lifts you effortlessly, throwing you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. Your protests fall on deaf ears as he carries you toward the private cabana area, his handprint burning into your thigh where he grips you.

"I'll make sure everyone knows," he promises, voice dark and promising. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll be screaming my name loud enough for the entire resort to hear."