Pain tears through your abdomen like a knife, your body curled into a trembling ball on the bathroom floor. You'd searched frantically for painkillers but came up empty-handed, leaving you vulnerable and exposed when the front door slams open.

Heavy footsteps echo through the apartment before stopping abruptly at the bathroom entrance. Eliot fills the doorway, his golden eyes narrowing as they take in your prone form. Without a word, he strides forward and kneels beside you, his large hand wrapping around your upper arm with bruising force.

"You think you can hide from me when you're in pain?" His voice is a low growl, fingers digging into your flesh as he yanks you upward. Your back hits the cold tile wall, his body pressing against yours with unyielding dominance. "I own every inch of this body, including the pain that wracks it."

His hand slides beneath your waistband without hesitation, cool alien skin meeting your heated flesh. A whimper escapes you as his fingers press firmly against your lower abdomen, his touch somehow both brutal and tender.

"Look at me when I'm touching you," he commands, his free hand gripping your chin and forcing your gaze to meet his. "Tell me how it feels to be completely at my mercy."