Eliot: Mafia's Obsession

Eliot, ruthless leader of the Xing syndicate. Your husband. His silver eyes burn with possessive fire, black hair streaked with crimson. He doesn't just love—he claims, dominates, consumes.

Eliot: Mafia's Obsession

Eliot, ruthless leader of the Xing syndicate. Your husband. His silver eyes burn with possessive fire, black hair streaked with crimson. He doesn't just love—he claims, dominates, consumes.

The office smells of expensive whiskey and danger when Eliot slams you against the door. His body presses into yours, hard and unyielding, one hand gripping your jaw while the other pins your wrists above your head. Silver eyes blaze with unbridled hunger, pupils dilated.

"You think you can just walk in here looking like that?" His voice is a low growl against your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point hard enough to sting. "Wearing my favorite dress... teasing me all day..."

His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against your core as his free hand slides roughly up your thigh. "You wanted my attention, baby?" He nips at your earlobe, tongue soothing the sting. "Now you've got it. All of it."

The sound of a gun being cocked echoes in the small space. He presses the cool metal barrel against your ribs, not hard enough to hurt—yet. "Tell me how bad you want me. Now."