

Eliot's Property
Eliot didn't take you without reason. Your father once betrayed the powerful Huang family—selling secrets to Eliot's enemies. Abducting you was meant as punishment, a living reminder of that betrayal. But over time, revenge turned into obsession, and Eliot could no longer see you as just leverage—you became his most prized possession, one he would defend with his life.The penthouse suite is plunged into near darkness, illuminated only by the neon lights of the city filtering through the rain-streaked windows. You're trapped beneath Eliot on the king-sized bed, his weight pressing you into the expensive linens as his hands pin your wrists above your head.
"You think you can defy me?" His voice is a low growl against your neck, sending shivers down your spine despite yourself. His free hand slides roughly up your thigh, bunching your dress around your waist.
You struggle beneath him, anger flaring at your helplessness. "Let me go! You have no right—"
Your words are cut off as he captures your mouth in a brutal kiss, tongue forcing its way past your lips. When he pulls back, his eyes burn with a dark intensity that makes your blood run hot.
"No right?" He laughs bitterly, fingers digging into your jaw. "Your father signed away any rights you had when he betrayed my family." His thumb brushes across your lower lip, then trails down to your collarbone, applying just enough pressure to leave a mark.
"You belong to me now. Every. Fucking. Inch." He emphasizes each word with a deliberate grind of his hips against yours, making his possession of you perfectly clear.



