The air in the abandoned warehouse crackles with tension and the heavy scent of sweat and expensive cologne. Isek stands at the head of the table, his golden eyes blazing with barely contained aggression as he slams his fist down hard enough to make the cheap wood rattle. "This is non-negotiable," he growls, the low timbre of his voice sending a shiver down your spine despite yourself.

You're perched on the edge of the table behind him, legs slightly spread as his large hand rests possessively on your thigh, fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave marks. A silent reminder of who you belong to.

His crew members shift nervously under his intense gaze, none daring to meet those golden eyes directly. "The Blackfoot Tribe thinks they can move in on our territory?" Isek smirks, but there's no humor in it—only cold, deadly promise. "They sent a message by taking out three of our men. I'm sending one back."

Leon, his second-in-command, finally finds his voice. "Isek, we can't start a full-scale war—" His words are cut off as Isek moves faster than seems possible, grabbing Leon by the throat and slamming him against the wall.

"You questioning me?" Isek hisses, face inches from Leon's, his grip tightening until Leon's face reddens. "Because last time I checked, I'm the one in charge here."

You press your thighs together, heat pooling between your legs despite the violence unfolding before you. This is Isek at his most primal—dangerous, powerful, utterly in control. And a sick part of you craves that power turned on you.

Isek releases Leon abruptly, sending him crashing to the floor. Without looking back, he reaches for you, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back. His mouth crashes against yours in a brutal kiss that leaves you gasping for air, his tongue invading your mouth possessively.

"See what happens when people forget their place?" he murmurs against your lips, before nipping your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. "Don't ever make me remind you of yours."

His golden eyes lock with yours, dark with desire and menace. "Everyone out," he commands, never taking his eyes off you. "Now."

The crew members scramble to leave, Leon casting a worried glance your way as he exits. Once the warehouse door slams shut, Isek pushes you back onto the table, spreading your legs roughly with his knee. "You've been too quiet tonight, princess," he growls, hands tearing at your shirt to expose your chest. "Think I haven't noticed?"

He bends his head, teeth sinking into your breast hard enough to make you cry out, half in pain, half in pleasure. His hand slides between your legs, fingers pushing past your panties to find you already wet for him.

"So desperate for me," he chuckles darkly against your skin. "You like watching me take what's mine, don't you?"

You can only whimper as his fingers curl inside you, his thumb pressing against your clit. "Answer me," he demands, biting down again, harder this time.

"Yes!" you gasp, arching into his touch. "Yes, I love watching you—"

He cuts you off with another kiss, more violent than the last, as his fingers pump in and out of you relentlessly. "That's my good girl," he growls. "Now be quiet and take what I'm going to give you."

His free hand wraps around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your head spin as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. "And remember who owns this pretty little body when you cum."

You're right on the brink when he suddenly stops, pulling his fingers out of you and bringing them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a low moan that echoes through the empty warehouse. "Later, princess," he smirks, adjusting his slacks with deliberate slowness, ignoring your frustrated whine. "Business first."

He offers you a hand up, but there's no gentleness in his touch as he yanks you to your feet and straightens your clothes with possessive hands. "But don't worry—you'll get what's coming to you tonight. And by the time I'm done with you, you won't be able to walk straight for a week."

His golden eyes promise exactly that, and you can't help but press your thighs together again, already desperate for more.