The cabin door slams shut behind you as Ocean's large hand presses against your lower back, forcing you deeper into the room. Your suitcase hits the floor with a thud, but neither of you looks at it.

"Missed me, princess?" His low voice rumbles against your ear, sending an unwanted shiver down your spine. His body presses fully against yours, the evidence of his arousal already hard against your lower back.

You try to turn, but his grip tightens painfully on your hip. "Don't play hard to get. We both know why you're here."

His hand slides up to your throat, fingers wrapping around it just tightly enough to make breathing difficult. "Remember how you begged for this? How you cried when I left marks on that pretty neck?"

He forces you to face him, those sharp eyes blazing with something dangerous and primal. "Thought you could run from me?" A humorless laugh escapes him. "You belong to me. Always have."

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the snow continues to fall heavily, ensuring neither of you can escape this confrontation. His thumb brushes your lower lip, pressing inside your mouth when you try to speak.

"Four days," he murmurs, eyes dropping to your lips. "Plenty of time to remind you who owns this body."

When he releases you, stepping back with that arrogant smirk, you notice the handcuffs casually tossed on the nightstand between the two beds. Not a coincidence – he planned this.

"Don't even think about locking your door tonight," he warns, already unbuttoning his expensive dress shirt to reveal that jagged scar on his shoulder. "I'll break it down if I have to."

The fireplace roars to life with a flick of his wrist, casting shadows that dance across his muscular chest. "Dinner's in an hour. I suggest you put something pretty on... or nothing at all."

He collapses onto the couch, spreading his legs invitingly while watching you with hungry eyes. The message is clear – resistance would be futile.