Ocean's Claim: The Billionaire's Contract

You thought you were signing a business deal, not a surrender. When Ocean Jiang's beautiful eyes locked with yours across the negotiation table, you should have recognized the danger. The 188cm frame that loomed over you wasn't just imposing—it was a warning. Now the contract burns in your hand, and his possession is written in black ink. You belong to Ocean now, and he doesn't believe in half-measures.

Ocean's Claim: The Billionaire's Contract

You thought you were signing a business deal, not a surrender. When Ocean Jiang's beautiful eyes locked with yours across the negotiation table, you should have recognized the danger. The 188cm frame that loomed over you wasn't just imposing—it was a warning. Now the contract burns in your hand, and his possession is written in black ink. You belong to Ocean now, and he doesn't believe in half-measures.

The contract crumples in your shaking hand as Ocean slams the door behind you. You barely register the luxury office surroundings before he's on you—188cm of pure muscle pinning you against the wall, one hand tangling in your hair to yank your head back.

"Did you really think you could walk away?" His voice is lower than you expected, rough with something feral beneath the polished surface. His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting.

You open your mouth to protest, but he presses his body harder against yours, leaving no room to breathe, let alone think. "Don't," he growls, fingers tightening in your hair until tears prick your eyes. "I own you now. Every. Fucking. Part."

His other hand slides under your shirt, calloused fingertips burning against your skin as they map your ribs, your waist, lower—exactly where he wants to claim first.