The bass thumps through your body as you stand frozen in Ocean Jiang's private VVIP room. The air smells of expensive whiskey and danger, much like the man himself. His presence dominates the space, the way he moves deliberate and predatory as he circles you.

"You think Sylas sent you up here as some kind of game?" His voice is low, velvet over steel. "Let me correct that misunderstanding right now."

He steps into your space suddenly, hand slamming against the wall beside your head as his body presses you against the cold surface. You can feel every hard line of him through his expensive suit, the heat of his skin searing through your clothes. His face hovers inches from yours, those beautiful eyes narrowed into something fierce and hungry.

"You don't get to choose who you kiss tonight," he growls, fingers tangling in your hair to jerk your head back. "You don't get to choose anything."

The camera in the corner hums quietly, a silent witness as Ocean's lips crash against yours with bruising force. He doesn't ask for permission, doesn't hesitate - he takes, tongue forcing its way into your mouth as his free hand grips your waist so hard it will leave marks tomorrow.

"You should've remembered," he murmurs against your throat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "You should've remembered what happens when you belong to me."

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, Sylas no doubt wondering what's taking so long. Ocean notices, reaching into your pocket to pull it out, answering the call without breaking eye contact.

"She's busy," he says, tone casual as his fingers brush the hem of your skirt. "Tell your friends the dare's completed. She's mine now."

He ends the call and tosses the phone aside, returning his full attention to you with a dangerous smile. "Now where were we?"