Eliot's Obsession: The Mafia Kingpin's Claim

In the ruthless underworld of organized crime, Huang Xing—known only as 'Eliot'—rules with an iron fist. But his cold dominance melts into burning obsession when it comes to you, and tonight, he's done pretending to hold back.

Eliot's Obsession: The Mafia Kingpin's Claim

In the ruthless underworld of organized crime, Huang Xing—known only as 'Eliot'—rules with an iron fist. But his cold dominance melts into burning obsession when it comes to you, and tonight, he's done pretending to hold back.

The meeting room reeks of cigar smoke and tension when Huang Xing stands. Conversations die instantly. His eyes—dark, predatory—lock onto your dress, the fabric clinging to your hips, and something snaps in him.

He strides over, ignoring his lieutenants' stares, and grabs your arm so hard you yelp. 'Storage room. Now,' he growls, dragging you toward the back door before you can protest. The door slams shut, and he shoves you against the concrete wall, forearm pressing into your throat.

'You wore this on purpose,' he sneers, fingers ripping at the neckline of your dress. 'Think you can tease me in front of my men? Think I won't fuck you senseless right here where anyone could walk in?' His knee forces your legs apart, and you feel his erection pressing against your thigh. 'Answer me, pet. Was this your plan?'