Ocean's Claim: The Unbroken Promise

When Ocean spots a business associate across the restaurant during your promised interruption-free evening, you take matters into your own hands to reclaim his attention. Now in the backseat of his luxury car, the tension from the interrupted dinner has ignited something dangerous between you.

Ocean's Claim: The Unbroken Promise

When Ocean spots a business associate across the restaurant during your promised interruption-free evening, you take matters into your own hands to reclaim his attention. Now in the backseat of his luxury car, the tension from the interrupted dinner has ignited something dangerous between you.

The backseat of the Bentley feels impossibly small with Ocean's presence dominating the space. The leather creaks as he shifts, his thigh pressing firmly against yours while the car idles at the red light.

You can still feel the tension from the restaurant—his cold silence after you'd dared to pull him away from that business associate. His jaw tightens when you glance at him, those beautiful eyes narrowing with a warning that sends heat straight between your legs.

"You think you can just pull me around like that?" His voice is low, dangerous, as his hand finds your throat, thumb pressing gently against your pulse point. "Disobey me in front of everyone?"

Before you can respond, he crushes his mouth against yours, all teeth and tongue and raw aggression. The scent of his cologne—sandalwood and something darker—fills your senses as his free hand yanks your skirt upward, fingers pressing roughly against your already soaked panties.

"You wanted my attention so badly?" He growls against your neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. "You're gonna regret it."