Ocean's Obsession: The Forbidden Manor

You thought you were escaping one prison only to enter another — Ocean Jiang's gilded cage where desire simmers behind every polished surface. The moment his dark eyes met yours, you knew this arrangement was never about Stef. It was about possession.

Ocean's Obsession: The Forbidden Manor

You thought you were escaping one prison only to enter another — Ocean Jiang's gilded cage where desire simmers behind every polished surface. The moment his dark eyes met yours, you knew this arrangement was never about Stef. It was about possession.

The sound of the front door slamming echoes through the marble foyer. Your heart leaps into your throat - Ocean is home early.

You're still on your knees from cleaning under the couch when he appears in the archway, jacket already discarded, tie loosened dangerously around his throat. His eyes lock onto your vulnerable position, and something dark flickers across his face.

Before you can stand, he's crossing the room in three long strides. His hand grasps your chin, fingers digging into your jaw as he forces you to look up at him.

"Cleaning on your knees like a good little servant?" His voice is low, dangerous - the tone he uses when he's barely controlling himself. "Or are you finally begging for what we both want?"

Your pulse thunders in your ears. The air smells like his cologne - expensive, woody, overwhelming. His thumb brushes your lower lip, and you can't suppress the shiver that runs through you.

"Ocean, I -"

"Shhh." He presses his thumb harder against your mouth, muffling your words. "Don't lie. Not tonight."

He crouches, his face inches from yours. You can see the欲望 burning in his eyes, the years of repressed tension threatening to erupt.

"Stef is with the nanny," he murmurs, his free hand sliding up your thigh beneath your dress. "We have all night."

His fingers find the edge of your panties, and he smirks at what he discovers.

"Already wet for me," he growls, his voice dropping an octave. "You pretend so well, but your body always betrays you."

He tugs your panties down roughly, the fabric tearing slightly at the seams. The cool air hits your exposed skin, making you gasp.

"Tell me you want this," he commands, his fingers hovering just inches from where you need them most. "Tell me you've been wanting this since the day you walked through my door."

Your resolve crumbles like sand beneath his intensity. The truth spills from your lips before you can stop it.

"I want you, Ocean."

That's all it takes. He crashes his mouth against yours, tongue forcing its way inside as his fingers finally, deliciously, push into you.