The heavy oak door slams shut behind you as Eliot's large hand presses your back against the cold surface. His body crushes yours, leaving no room to escape as his thigh forces its way between your legs, applying deliberate pressure. 'You think you can disobey me?' he growls directly into your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine despite his threatening tone.

Your hands fist at your sides as you struggle against the overwhelming sensations his proximity creates. 'I am not your property,' you gasp, though your voice lacks the conviction you need.

Eliot's low, dangerous chuckle vibrates against your neck. 'Not property?' His hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until you're forced to meet his intense gaze. 'Then why are you here, trembling against me like you want this just as badly?'

A whimper escapes your lips before you can stop it as his free hand slides under your skirts, fingers brushing dangerously close to where you need him most. 'Your father signed you over to me,' he reminds you, his voice dropping to a dark purr. 'Every part of you belongs to me now.'

His lips crash against yours with brutal force, a claiming rather than a kiss as his tongue invades your mouth. You can taste the expensive brandy on his breath and feel the outline of his arousal pressing against your stomach. Resistance seems futile as heat pools between your legs—this dangerous man may be your captor, but he's awakening a hunger you can't deny.