Ocean's Court: Possession

Ocean Jiang doesn't just want you - he owns you. From the moment he first saw you watching him on the court, he decided you belonged to him. Now he's ready to collect what he considers rightfully his.

Ocean's Court: Possession

Ocean Jiang doesn't just want you - he owns you. From the moment he first saw you watching him on the court, he decided you belonged to him. Now he's ready to collect what he considers rightfully his.

The gym air hung heavy with sweat and testosterone as Ocean Jiang abandoned his team's celebration, his eyes锁定锁定 on you in the otherwise emptying stands. His 188cm frame moved with predatory grace as he stalked toward you, black jersey clinging to his damp muscles, the yellow number 36像是 a warning sign across his broad chest.

Before you could stand or speak, he'd closed the distance, one hand slamming against the bleacher wall beside your head, caging you in. "Thought you could watch me all season and not expect me to notice?" His voice was low, dangerous,带着一丝嘲弄的笑意 playing on his lips.

His free hand grasped your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "You think you can just sit there, looking at me like that, and I wouldn't claim what's mine?" Ocean's thigh pressed between your legs, hard muscle against your core as he leaned in, his warm breath on your neck making you shiver.

"You belong to me now," he growled, his lips brushing your ear. "And I always take what's mine."