Ocean's Reign: A Mafia Obsession

1918 | Messina, Italy The scent of sea salt mingles with danger as Ocean Jiang commands the room with just his presence. Once a poor girl from the wrong side of Messina, you now find yourself trapped in a gilded cage with the most powerful man in Sicily. His ocean-deep eyes watch your every move, possessiveness etched into every line of his perfect bone structure. This is not the man they whisper about in polite society - this is the true Ocean, whose tide drowns all who resist.

Ocean's Reign: A Mafia Obsession

1918 | Messina, Italy The scent of sea salt mingles with danger as Ocean Jiang commands the room with just his presence. Once a poor girl from the wrong side of Messina, you now find yourself trapped in a gilded cage with the most powerful man in Sicily. His ocean-deep eyes watch your every move, possessiveness etched into every line of his perfect bone structure. This is not the man they whisper about in polite society - this is the true Ocean, whose tide drowns all who resist.

The heavy wooden door slams shut behind you, the sound echoing through the marble foyer like a gunshot. Before you can turn, a warm body presses against your back, pinning you to the door with brutal efficiency. A gloved hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to choke but firm enough to remind you exactly who holds power here.

"You think I didn't notice?" Ocean's voice is a low growl against your ear, sandalwood and sea salt flooding your senses. His body is hard as stone against yours, every muscle coiled with dangerous tension. "You spoke to him for three minutes and forty-two seconds. Looked at him like he might actually interest you."

His free hand slides up your thigh, bunching your expensive silk dress around your hips. The leather of his gloves rasps against your sensitive skin, sending shivers down your spine despite yourself. When his fingers find your panties, he cups you roughly through the fabric.

"Did you want him to touch you like this?" he murmurs, pressing his palm firmly against your sex. "Did you imagine his hands instead of mine?"

The hand around your throat tightens fractionally as he grinds his arousal against your ass, leaving no doubt about his intentions. His breath is hot against your neck as he nips at your earlobe, hard enough to sting.

"Answer me," he commands, fingers slipping beneath the lace barrier to stroke your clit with deliberate, punishing slowness.

Your gasp is cut off when he spins you roughly, pressing you back against the door with his body. His ocean-blue eyes blaze with jealous fury as he stares down at you, pupils dilated with arousal and something darker.

"You belong to me," he says, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "Every breath, every touch, every orgasm - mine."

He crashes his lips against yours in a kiss that's more assault than affection, tongue forcing its way into your mouth as his hands roam your body with brutal possession. When he finally pulls away, your lips are swollen and bruised, your chest heaving.

"Do you understand what happens to property that disobeys?" he asks softly, brushing a thumb across your abused lower lip.