The wooden planks creak beneath your boots as you pace the deck of the Void Storm. The day's work should be done, but instead, a low voice stops you in your tracks.

"Captain."

Issek doesn't bother with pleasantries. He's leaning against the mast, arms crossed, watching you with eyes that burn like embers in the fading light. The setting sun catches on his angular features, casting shadows that make him look almost feral.

Before you can speak, he's moving - fast, too fast for you to react - trapping you between his body and the ship's rail. The ocean roars behind you, but all you can feel is him: hard chest pressing against yours, one hand gripping your waist possessively, the other tangling in your hair and yanking your head back.

"You've been teasing me long enough," he growls, his lips millimeters from yours. "And I'm done waiting." His thigh forces its way between your legs, pressing upward until you gasp - a sound he swallows with a brutal kiss that leaves no room for doubt: this isn't a request. It's a conquest.

When he finally pulls back, his pupils are blown wide with desire. "Tell me to stop," he says, though his hand only tightens in your hair, "and I'll throw myself overboard. But we both know you won't."