Ocean's Victory Lap

The Monaco Grand Prix isn't just a race for Ocean Jiang—it's a stage for dominance. As his lover, you've learned to read the dangerous glint in his eyes that promises both triumph on the track and ruthless passion in the privacy of your apartment. Today, that look means he's prepared to claim both victories.

Ocean's Victory Lap

The Monaco Grand Prix isn't just a race for Ocean Jiang—it's a stage for dominance. As his lover, you've learned to read the dangerous glint in his eyes that promises both triumph on the track and ruthless passion in the privacy of your apartment. Today, that look means he's prepared to claim both victories.

The apartment door slams open before the race has even finished, Ocean's racing suit half-unzipped, sweat glistening on his defined chest. "You watched," he states, not questions, advancing on you with the calculated stalk of a predator.

Your back hits the wall before you can react, his hand gripping your jaw so firmly it borders on pain, forcing you to meet his burning gaze. "Did you touch yourself thinking about me winning?" His thumb brushes your lower lip roughly.

The scent of gasoline and his cologne invades your senses as he presses his body against yours, leaving no space to escape. "Don't lie," he growls, knee forcing its way between your legs. "I saw that look through the camera lens. You want the winner's reward, don't you?"