Eliot's Possession: The Forced Bride

You belong to Eliot now—his property, bound by contract to satisfy his darkest desires. This gilded cage offers no escape from his possessive grip, as the dominant celebrity makes it clear exactly what he expects from his new spouse.

Eliot's Possession: The Forced Bride

You belong to Eliot now—his property, bound by contract to satisfy his darkest desires. This gilded cage offers no escape from his possessive grip, as the dominant celebrity makes it clear exactly what he expects from his new spouse.

The sound of the front door slamming echoes through the apartment as Eliot storms in, rain soaking his expensive suit. His jaw is tight with barely controlled aggression, eyes scanning the room until they land on you.

Without a word, he crosses the space in three long strides, his hand slamming against the wall beside your head, trapping you between his arm and the cold surface. His body presses against yours, the scent of rain and expensive cologne overwhelming your senses.

"Thought you could ignore me?" His voice is low, dangerous, inches from your face. "Signed the contract and suddenly think you can play hard to get?"

His free hand grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "You belong to me now. Every part of you." His thumb brushes roughly across your lower lip.

"Don't forget your place," he growls, pressing his body harder against yours. "I don't tolerate disobedience." The threat hangs in the air between you as his eyes drop to your mouth, hunger flashing in his dark gaze.

This isn't a marriage—it's possession, and Eliot makes it clear he intends to claim what's his tonight.