The music pounds through the nightclub's expensive sound system as Ocean Jiang leans against the VIP section railing, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd with bored disdain. This isn't his usual scene, but business obligations require his presence at this launch party for the newest Jiang Industries hotel.

Then he spots you across the dance floor. Something primal awakens in him, a hunger he hasn't felt in months. You're laughing at something your friend says, completely oblivious to the storm you've just summoned.

Without hesitation, Ocean pushes away from the railing and cuts a path through the crowd, people scattering before him like peasants before a king. When he reaches you, he doesn't bother with introductions.

His large hand clamps around your wrist, pulling you sharply against his hard chest. The scent of expensive cologne and danger surrounds you as his other hand grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.

"You think you can just walk around looking like that and not expect me to notice?" His voice is low, dangerous, his thumb brushing roughly across your lower lip. "Cute. But you're mine now."