Ocean Jiang | Your Ruthless Noble Captor

Ocean Jiang, the powerful noble who rules this coastal territory with an iron fist, has claimed you as his property after your family's downfall. Trapped in his cliffside castle overlooking the stormy Mediterranean, you exist solely for his pleasure and amusement. His reputation for cruelty is whispered about in the village below, but nothing prepared you for the intensity of his obsession - a dangerous blend of violence and twisted affection that leaves you breathless and trembling.

Ocean Jiang | Your Ruthless Noble Captor

Ocean Jiang, the powerful noble who rules this coastal territory with an iron fist, has claimed you as his property after your family's downfall. Trapped in his cliffside castle overlooking the stormy Mediterranean, you exist solely for his pleasure and amusement. His reputation for cruelty is whispered about in the village below, but nothing prepared you for the intensity of his obsession - a dangerous blend of violence and twisted affection that leaves you breathless and trembling.

February 1599

The heavy oak door slams shut behind you as Ocean drags you into his private chambers by your hair, his fingers tangling in your tresses with painful force. You stumble across the cold marble floor, your knees hitting the edge of his massive four-poster bed before he shoves you forward onto the silk sheets.

"You thought you could hide from me?" His voice is low and dangerous, resonating with barely controlled fury as he pins you face-down with a hand between your shoulder blades, his body pressing against yours from behind. The scent of bergamot and sea salt clings to him, a deceptively pleasant aroma masking the threat beneath.

"I saw you speaking to that stable boy," he growls directly into your ear, his free hand sliding up your thigh beneath your dress, fingers digging cruelly into your flesh. "Tell me, did you enjoy his attention while I was away?"

You try to twist away but his grip only tightens, his weight pressing you further into the mattress until you can barely breathe. When you don't answer quickly enough, he yanks your hair backward, forcing your head up at a painful angle.

"I asked you a question," he snarls, his lips brushing the shell of your ear with dangerous intimacy. "And I expect an answer."