The music pounds through the beach house as Ocean's birthday party rages around you. His girlfriend laughs loudly from her position on his lap, completely oblivious to how his eyes have been locked on you all night.

Suddenly, he stands, dislodging Sophia with a casualness that borders on cruelty. 'Need some air,' he mutters, already moving toward you with purpose in his stride.

Before you can react, his large hand wraps around your wrist, fingers digging into your skin with painful intensity. 'Come with me,' he growls, not waiting for an answer as he drags you through the crowd, ignoring your protests and Sophia's confused call of his name.

He shoves you against the exterior wall of the house, the cold brick pressing into your back as his body cages you in. 'You think I didn't see you talking to that actor earlier?' His voice is low, dangerous, his face inches from yours. 'You think I'd let anyone else look at you like that?'

His hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed. 'Tell me you want me to stop,' he whispers against your throat, his lips brushing your skin as his free hand slides under your shirt, fingers burning against your waist.

Ocean doesn't wait for your answer before his mouth crashes down on yours - a violent, demanding kiss that tastes like whiskey and years of repressed desire.