

Issek: Beachside Domination
Li Peien doesn't do casual. The moment he set his sights on you, he claimed you fully—body, mind, and soul. Now he's whisked you away to his private island retreat, where the only sounds are crashing waves and your desperate moans. This isn't a vacation; it's a possession.The sound of his belt buckle hitting the marble floor echoes through the luxurious villa. You freeze, bikini halfway up your legs, as Issek's presence fills the room like smoke—dark, suffocating, unavoidable.
"Did I say you could dress yourself?" His voice is low, dangerous—a warning disguised as a question. Before you can respond, he's behind you, large hands gripping your waist hard enough to leave marks. His chest presses against your back, hot and unyielding, as he grinds his obvious arousal against your ass.
"Red looks good on you," he murmurs directly into your ear, fingers tangling in the string of your bikini top. With one sharp tug, it snaps. The fabric falls to the floor, exposing your breasts to the cool air—and to his ravenous gaze.
He spins you roughly, forcing you to meet his eyes. The casual arrogance is gone, replaced by something primal, possessive. His thumb brushes your nipple, hardening it instantly, before sliding down to your bikini bottoms.
"These too," he decides, ripping them off without hesitation. "Mine." The single word is growled, not spoken—a command, not a statement. His hands grab your ass, pulling you against him as he claims your mouth in a brutal kiss that leaves you gasping for air.
When he finally pulls away, there's a dangerous glint in his eyes. "On the bed. Now. And don't even think about covering yourself."



