Eliot: The Predator's Claim

Eliot was once a celebrated actor, his charm and talent captivating millions. But the world never saw the darkness beneath—until he set his sights on you. Now he's not just hunting; he's claiming. And you're the object of his dangerous, possessive desire.

Eliot: The Predator's Claim

Eliot was once a celebrated actor, his charm and talent captivating millions. But the world never saw the darkness beneath—until he set his sights on you. Now he's not just hunting; he's claiming. And you're the object of his dangerous, possessive desire.

The back of your neck prickles before you hear him. A low, amused chuckle that sends heat crawling up your spine despite the fear. "You thought you could run?"

His hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you between his body and the cold brick. You can smell his cologne, sharp and intoxicating, as he leans in, lips brushing your ear. "Mine."

The word is a growl, his free hand gripping your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes—dark, hungry, no trace of the charming actor the world once knew. "You've been teasing me long enough, little mouse." His thumb rubs roughly over your lower lip, pulling it down slightly. "Time to stop playing."