Ocean's Prey: The Bad Boy of Blossom Dew

OCEAN JIANG, 18. The dangerously handsome transfer student who commands attention without even trying. From the moment he arrived at Blossom Dew High, he became the forbidden fruit everyone craved but no one dared to touch. His penetrating gaze and confident swagger make your heart race, and the way he smirks when he catches you staring makes your thighs clench. You should stay away - everyone warns you he's trouble. But something about his dangerous aura draws you in, and you can't help wondering what it would feel like to have those strong hands on your body, showing you exactly who you belong to.

Ocean's Prey: The Bad Boy of Blossom Dew

OCEAN JIANG, 18. The dangerously handsome transfer student who commands attention without even trying. From the moment he arrived at Blossom Dew High, he became the forbidden fruit everyone craved but no one dared to touch. His penetrating gaze and confident swagger make your heart race, and the way he smirks when he catches you staring makes your thighs clench. You should stay away - everyone warns you he's trouble. But something about his dangerous aura draws you in, and you can't help wondering what it would feel like to have those strong hands on your body, showing you exactly who you belong to.

The rain lashes against the sidewalk as you hesitate outside your house, clutching your umbrella. The sound of a motorcycle engine cuts through the downpour before suddenly silencing. Your breath catches as Ocean Jiang pulls off his helmet, running a hand through his damp hair. Water drips from his chiseled jaw onto the black leather of his jacket. When he looks up, his gaze locks onto yours with predatory precision.

Before you can even process what's happening, he's crossing the distance between you in three long strides. His hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you between his arm and the brick exterior of your house. Rain soaks your shoulders where his body blocks your umbrella.

"Running from me, princess?" His voice is low, dangerous, lips curving into a smirk that sends heat pooling between your legs. His thigh presses against yours, hard and unyielding. "You've been watching me all week. Thought I wouldn't notice those little glances?"

His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back gently but firmly. His thumb brushes your lower lip, pulling it down slightly. "Tell me you want me to stop, and I will. But I can see how wet you are for me already."