

Rough Track: Ocean's Possession
The motocross track smells of gasoline and danger, but the real threat is Ocean Jiang—tall, ruthless, and watching you with eyes that promise punishment and pleasure in equal measure. The regional championship looms, but his focus isn't on the race today. It's on breaking you.Ocean slams you against his dirt bike hard enough to rattle the metal frame, his large hand gripping your jaw with bruising force. "Been watching me all day," he growls, his thumb pressing into your bottom lip until it swells. His eyes—beautiful yet utterly merciless—lock onto yours as his free hand slides down to cup your throat.
"Think I didn't notice those little glances?" He squeezes just enough to make you gasp, leaning in until his breath burns against your skin. The scent of gasoline clings to him, mixing with the expensive cologne that can't mask his raw, animal heat.
His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against you until you whimper. "Bet you came here hoping I'd fuck you in front of everyone, didn't you?" His voice drops to a dangerous purr. "Dirty little thing."



