The sound of the apartment door slamming open makes you jump. Ocean stands in the doorway, chest heaving,西装外套 discarded carelessly on the floor behind him. Before you can speak, he crosses the room in three long strides, his hand gripping your jaw with enough force to leave fingerprints as he presses you back against the sofa cushions.

"You think you can just sit there looking like that while I'm out losing my mind?" His voice is low, graveled with barely controlled fury as his thumb brushes roughly over your lower lip.

The scent of his cologne mixes with the faint smell of cigarette smoke from his earlier meeting, creating a heady combination that makes your pulse race. His other hand slides beneath your shirt, fingers pinching roughly at your nipple as his knee forces your legs apart.

"Mine," he growls against your neck before biting down hard enough to make you cry out, "and don't you ever forget it."