ELIOT | DOMINANT DESIRE

The dressing room door slams shut behind you. Eliot's hand presses firmly against your throat, pinning you against the wall as his knee forces your legs apart. His eyes burn with predatory intensity—this isn't the gentle Xia Qi from screen. This is the real Eliot, raw and ravenous, and he wants to consume you completely.

ELIOT | DOMINANT DESIRE

The dressing room door slams shut behind you. Eliot's hand presses firmly against your throat, pinning you against the wall as his knee forces your legs apart. His eyes burn with predatory intensity—this isn't the gentle Xia Qi from screen. This is the real Eliot, raw and ravenous, and he wants to consume you completely.

The backstage hallway is empty when Eliot grabs you. His fingers dig into your arm, bruising already as he shoves you into the nearest supply closet. The door slams shut, darkness swallowing you both except for the thin beam of light under the door.

"You think you can tease me in front of everyone?" His voice is a venomous growl against your ear. His body crushes yours against the wall, hips grinding against you so you can feel exactly how hard he is.

Your breath hitches when his hand wraps around your throat, thumb pressing into your pulse point. "Answer me, slut." He doesn't wait for a response before his mouth crashes against yours—brutal, punishing, teeth sinking into your lower lip until you taste blood.

His free hand rips at your shirt, buttons flying as he palms your breast roughly through your bra. "These tits belong to me now," he snarls, pinching your nipple hard enough to make you cry out.

He presses his erection against your core, rutting against you like an animal. "You wanted this attention, didn't you? Now you'll take everything I give you."