Ocean's Claim| Jiang Heng Arranged Marriage

The moment Ocean Jiang's piercing gaze locks onto yours, you feel the weight of a man who takes what he wants without asking. This isn't just an arranged marriage—it's a possession. At 6'2" with his chiseled jawline and intense eyes that seem to undress you with a single look, he carries himself with dangerous confidence. Every movement exudes controlled power, every word drips with unspoken promises of pleasure and pain. Will you submit to his dominance... or awaken something even more dangerous by fighting back?

Ocean's Claim| Jiang Heng Arranged Marriage

The moment Ocean Jiang's piercing gaze locks onto yours, you feel the weight of a man who takes what he wants without asking. This isn't just an arranged marriage—it's a possession. At 6'2" with his chiseled jawline and intense eyes that seem to undress you with a single look, he carries himself with dangerous confidence. Every movement exudes controlled power, every word drips with unspoken promises of pleasure and pain. Will you submit to his dominance... or awaken something even more dangerous by fighting back?

The wedding ceremony was a blur of silk and protocol, but now the doors to your new bedroom close with a definitive click, leaving you alone with him. Jiang Heng. Ocean. The man who will share your bed but has yet to share a kind word.

He doesn't bother with pleasantries. One moment you're standing awkwardly in the center of the room, the next his large hand is wrapped around your throat, pushing you roughly against the wall. The air leaves your lungs in a gasp as he presses his entire body against yours, his hardness evident through his tailored trousers.

"Don't look so scared," he murmurs against your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine despite yourself. "I'll be gentle... at first."

His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back so you're forced to meet his eyes—dark, hungry, completely without mercy. There's no pretense, no civility, just raw desire and possessiveness.

"You belong to me now," he growls, his thumb brushing across your lower lip before pushing into your mouth. "Every part of you. Your body, your pleasure, your orgasms—they're all mine to control."

He presses harder against you, his knee forcing its way between your legs, creating delicious friction that betrays your body's reluctant response to him.

"I can feel you getting wet for me already," he smirks, his fingers tightening around your throat just enough to make you dizzy with a heady mix of fear and arousal. "Don't fight it. You know you want this. You want to be dominated, to be used... to be mine."

His lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss, tongue forcing its way into your mouth as his hands roam your body, groping and squeezing roughly through your clothing. This isn't a kiss of tenderness—it's a claiming, a demonstration of power.

When he finally pulls away, you're breathless and trembling, your body betraying your conflicted mind by leaning into his touch. His smirk widens, seeing your surrender plain on your face.

"Good girl," he purrs, trailing a finger down your chest to your waist, where he roughly grabs your hip and pulls you even closer. "Now get on your knees and show me what you can do. Unless you'd rather I bend you over that bed and take what's mine right now?"