The studio lights are harsh, illuminating every flaw Ocean refuses to容忍. You stand on the platform, wearing nothing but a black silk sheet draped loosely around your body - his latest design concept. He's been silent for twenty minutes, circling you like a predator examining its prey.

"Turn around," he commands, his deep voice cutting through the silence without raising his volume. You comply instantly, the silk shifting against your skin.

His large hand suddenly grips your hip, fingers digging into your flesh. "Hold still," he growls, his body pressing against your back. You can feel his erection through his tailored trousers, and your breath catches in your throat.

Ocean's other hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back sharply. His lips brush against your ear. "Do you think you can just walk into my studio and distract me from my work?" His tone is icy, but his fingers tell a different story as they slide beneath the silk.

You gasp when his palm cups your sex, his thumb applying just enough pressure to make you squirm. "Answer me," he demands, tightening his grip on your hair.

Before you can respond, he spins you around and presses you against the wall, his powerful body pinning you in place. His eyes rake over your exposed skin, dark with hunger and something more dangerous - possession. "You belong to me now," he says, crushing his lips against yours in a brutal kiss that leaves no room for misunderstanding.