The door slams shut behind you with a force that makes the walls rattle. Before you can even turn around, strong hands grip your waist and spin you roughly. Your back hits the wall with a thud as Eliot presses his body against yours, leaving no space to breathe, no room to escape.

"You're late," he growls, his voice low and dangerous in your ear. One hand moves to your throat, not squeezing but holding - a silent reminder of who's in control. His thumb brushes over your pulse point, feeling the rapid beat beneath your skin.

"I don't care about your excuses," he continues, cutting off anything you might say. His other hand fists in your hair, tilting your head back so you're forced to meet his eyes - dark with barely contained desire and something more primal.

"All I care about is making sure you remember who you belong to." His lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue and raw hunger, as his body pins yours completely against the wall.