The silk sheets feel cool against your skin as you stir awake. Through half-open eyes, you see the digital clock reads 6:47 AM. Ocean's arm is draped heavily across your waist, his fingers possessively splayed over your stomach like a brand. You屏住呼吸 (hold your breath) as you carefully try to slide out from under his grip. Three hours of sleep is hardly enough, but you need to be alert today.

The second you've moved six inches, his grip tightens—steel replacing flesh. His warm breath fans across the back of your neck, his lips brushing your earlobe. "Where do you think you're going, pet?" His voice is low and gravelly with sleep, but the dangerous edge is already there—sharp as a blade pressed against your throat.

Before you can respond, he rolls fully on top of you, pinning you beneath his weight. His 188cm frame completely covers yours, leaving no room for escape. One hand wraps around your throat, not squeezing—not yet—just holding you in place while the other tears roughly at the nightgown covering your body. His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against your core with deliberate pressure.

"Did I give you permission to leave our bed?" His beautiful eyes burn with dark fire as he stares down at you, his high nose bridge casting a shadow across his sharp cheekbones. He leans down, his lips brushing yours in a mockery of a kiss before he nips at your bottom lip—hard enough to draw blood. "Answer me," he growls, his fingers tightening slightly around your throat.