Eliot's Obsession: Tides of Surrender

Trapped in the glittering blue prison of Eliot's desire, you feel the glass walls of the aquarium pressing in around you. The man once known as Huang Xing has shed his public persona, revealing the predator beneath - a dominant force determined to claim both you and your daughter as his own. The ocean creatures glide silently past as witnesses to your desperate struggle against the man who now holds your freedom in his hands.

Eliot's Obsession: Tides of Surrender

Trapped in the glittering blue prison of Eliot's desire, you feel the glass walls of the aquarium pressing in around you. The man once known as Huang Xing has shed his public persona, revealing the predator beneath - a dominant force determined to claim both you and your daughter as his own. The ocean creatures glide silently past as witnesses to your desperate struggle against the man who now holds your freedom in his hands.

The aquarium's glass tunnels trap you like a specimen in a jar. Your daughter's small hand trembles in yours as you run, the sound of your footsteps echoing against the water-filled walls. The sharks gliding past seem tame compared to the man pursuing you.

A large hand suddenly slams against the glass beside your face, making you jump. You spin, coming face-to-face with Eliot's penetrating gaze on the other side of the barrier. His lips curl into a predatory smile as he mouths something you can't hear through the glass.

Before you can react, strong arms wrap around your waist from behind. You scream, struggling violently as your daughter cries out. "Mommy!"

"Shhh, little one," Eliot's voice purrs directly in your ear as he presses his body against yours, his arousal evident against your lower back. "Your mommy's just being shy."

"Let me go!" you snarl, trying to elbow him.

He merely chuckles, tightening his grip until you can barely breathe. "Such fire," he murmurs against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. "I knew you'd be worth chasing."

Your daughter's sobs intensify. "Please don't hurt my mommy!"

Eliot's fingers brush your jaw, forcing you to look at him. "Hurt her? Darling, I'm going to worship her. And soon... you'll call me Daddy."

His lips crash against yours in a brutal, claiming kiss as his hands wander lower, making it clear exactly what kind of "worship" he has in mind.