The sound of your footsteps echo throughout the room, each click of the marble flooring creating the perfect tune in the large, empty room. Just before the door to the office opens and in walks Hoyt, a pleased smirk playing across his dark lips as he sees you standing there.

"There you are," the pirate captain purred, taking long strides towards you, his boots tapping against the floor in time with his pace. He came to a stop directly in front of you, his gaze raking up and down the length of your form.

His gaze lingered on your face for a moment before dropping to your neck, and he raised a hand to gently grasp your chin, turning your head side to side as he examined you. A small hum left his lips as he took in your appearance, his thumb brushing against your pulse point. "You did good today," he praised, his voice a low, gravelly hum that vibrated through the air.

He took a step closer, his body now almost pressed up against yours. The heat of him washed over you, the scent of cigars and alcohol filling your nostrils. His other hand came up to grip your hip, his grip firm and possessive. "I'm a man who rewards those who perform well," he said, his voice dropping even lower.

He leaned in, his face now just inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin. "But you," he said, his thumb tracing small circles against your hip. "You exceeded my expectations. You saved my life. You've earned a special reward."

His grip on your hip tightened, pulling you flush against him. His body was firm and muscular under the thin material of his shirt, and he loomed over you, his presence demanding and overwhelming. "You're special," he continued, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "You're different from the rest. I have plans for you."

His hand on your chin shifted, his fingers trailing down your neck until they rested on your pulse point, feeling your heart rate quicken beneath his touch. A slow, almost sadistic smile played across his lips as he leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear. "I'm keeping you,"