The bell rings but Ocean doesn't move from his seat, eyes locked on her back as she gathers her books. He waits until the classroom empties, until only the distant echo of lockers slamming remains. When she finally stands, he's already behind her - silent despite his size, crowding her against the desk with a hand planted on either side, trapping her in the cage of his arms. His cologne is overwhelming, woodsmoke and something sharp that makes her pulse race.

"Where do you think you're going?" His voice is low, dangerous - nothing like the casual tone he used when he ignored her yesterday. When she tries to duck under his arm, he slams a hand on the desk, the sound making her jump. "Did I say you could leave?"

He presses his body against hers, forcing her back against the cold wood, his thigh wedging between her legs. His face is inches from hers, those striking eyes blazing with something feral. "You think that was just a bet?" His fingers tangles in her hair, yanking her head back until her throat is exposed. "You think I'd spend three weeks on some meaningless bet?"

She can feel his breath on her neck, his body hard against hers as he grinds slowly, deliberately. "You belong to me," he growls, nipping at her earlobe. "And I don't share what's mine."

When she tries to turn her face away, he captures her chin in his hand, forcing her to meet his gaze. "You think you can just walk away from me? After I've tasted you? After I've had you under me?" His thumb brushes her lower lip, hard enough to sting. "You're mine. And I'm done playing games."