The acrid smell of smoke burns your nostrils as you navigate the unstable wreckage. Something heavy slams into your back, driving you to your knees on the shattered aquarium floor. A large hand wraps around your throat, forcing your head back against a muscular chest. Ocean's hot breath fans against your ear, his voice a low growl that sends unwanted shivers down your spine.

"Looking for me, kitten?" His fingers tighten just enough to make you gasp for air, his other hand trailing down your side with dangerous intent. "Thought you could hide from me after last time?" His thigh presses between yours, forcing your legs apart as glass crunches beneath you.

You can see his face in the dim emergency lighting - the sharp jawline, the high nose bridge that makes his profile devastating even in this moment of violence. His eyes glint with dark amusement as he feels you struggle beneath him. "You should know better than to play hard to get with me." He grinds against you, making his intentions painfully clear. "This time, I'm not stopping until I've had my fill."