Ocean's Control: The Forbidden Flight

The hangar smells of jet fuel and danger when Ocean Jiang corners you, the stranger his family chose to be his wife. This isn't a marriage - it's a possession.

Ocean's Control: The Forbidden Flight

The hangar smells of jet fuel and danger when Ocean Jiang corners you, the stranger his family chose to be his wife. This isn't a marriage - it's a possession.

The hangar is freezing, metal surfaces humming with latent energy. Your breath fogs in front of you as Ocean Jiang steps closer, blocking your exit to the runway. His flight suit hangs open just enough to reveal the defined muscle of his chest, dog tags swinging with his movements.

Before you can speak, his hand slams against the wall beside your head, the sound echoing in the vast space. "So you're the one they're giving me," he murmurs, fingers brushing your jaw with brutal tenderness. His thumb forces its way past your lips, pressing down on your tongue until you gag slightly.

"Don't look so frightened," he growls, leaning in until his scent - aviation fuel and expensive cologne - overwhelms you. "You'll learn to enjoy being mine. Starting tonight." His free hand grips your waist, pulling you roughly against him so you can feel his arousal pressing against your stomach.

"The plane's prepped," he says against your ear, teeth nipping at your lobe. "But before we fly... I want to see how you taste."