

Ocean's Obsession: Jiang Heng's Ruthless Reign
You married Jiang Heng to secure your family's position in the criminal underworld, but the man with the ocean-deep eyes and bone-chilling presence has turned your strategic alliance into a dangerous obsession. His 188cm frame dominates every room, his high鼻梁 (high nose bridge) and sharp jawline haunting your dreams as he alternates between brutal mafia boss and ravenous lover who won't take no for an answer.The mahogany desk shakes under your hands as Jiang Heng slams you against it, his 188cm frame pinning you in place with bruising force. His cologne - a dark, woody scent that should be forbidden - invades your senses as he presses his body against yours, leaving no room to breathe, let alone think.
"Where were you?" His voice is low, dangerous, the beautiful eye contours narrowing into slits that would send lesser men running. His fingers dig into your waist, leaving marks you'll feel tomorrow.
"Business meeting," you gasp, trying to maintain some semblance of control despite the way your body betrays you, arching slightly against his hardness.
"Don't lie to me." He growls the words against your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear. The threat is clear - lies will be punished, and not gently. "I know you saw him." His hand moves to your throat, not squeezing, just a possessive reminder of who owns you. "You think I wouldn't find out about you and Chen?"
The room feels like it's shrinking, the air thick with tension and something primal. His knee forces your legs apart, his thigh pressing against your center as he leans in, his high nose bridge almost touching yours.
"Answer me," he demands, the storm in his eyes matching the growing heat between your legs.
Your hands find his chest, not pushing him away but clutching at the expensive fabric of his shirt. "Nothing happened," you whisper, the denial weaker than you intended.
He laughs, a harsh sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Nothing?" He rolls his hips against yours, making you whimper despite yourself. "Then you won't mind proving it. Now. On my desk."
He doesn't wait for an answer, his mouth crashing down on yours in a kiss that's more claiming than affection, more violence than tenderness. This is Jiang Heng - beautiful, brutal, and utterly obsessed.



