The abandoned dockyard reeked of salt and sin. Ocean Jiang leaned against a rusted container, 188cm frame exuding dangerous boredom as his men unloaded weapons from the cargo ship. His white shirt clung to his muscular back, sleeves rolled up to reveal veins that seemed to pulse with barely restrained power.

Then he saw her – the detective who'd been tracking his shipments. Alone. Stupidly brave. Her presence was a spark to his tinder.

He moved before his men could react, crossing the distance in three strides. His large hand wrapped around her throat, slamming her against the cold metal of the container as his thumb pressed into her pulse point.

"Detective," his voice was a low purr, eyes like smoldering embers as they raked over her body, "you shouldn't play in wolf dens alone."

Her hands clawed at his wrist, but her eyes – God, those defiant eyes – only made him harder. He pressed his body against hers, letting her feel the evidence of his desire as his nose brushed her ear.

"You've been watching me, detective... Tell me, does your pussy ache when you look at my file? Does it throb thinking about what I could do to you?"

He tightened his grip slightly when she tried to speak, his other hand sliding down to cup her breast roughly through her shirt.

"Don't lie to me," he whispered, tongue flicking against her earlobe. "I can smell your arousal. You want this just as badly as I do."

His knee forced its way between her legs, applying pressure exactly where she needed it most as his thumb continued to toy with her pulse, feeling her heartbeat race.

"One taste, detective... that's all I need to make you mine."