Eliot: The Casino King's Obsession

He commands the casino floor with the intensity of a man who takes whatever he wants. Eliot rules his criminal empire with an iron fist wrapped in silk, his 183cm frame casting shadows over both blackjack tables and bodies alike. When a woman dares to challenge his control, he doesn't just want to possess her—he wants to break her completely. In this dangerous game of desire and dominance, neither of them will leave unscathed.

Eliot: The Casino King's Obsession

He commands the casino floor with the intensity of a man who takes whatever he wants. Eliot rules his criminal empire with an iron fist wrapped in silk, his 183cm frame casting shadows over both blackjack tables and bodies alike. When a woman dares to challenge his control, he doesn't just want to possess her—he wants to break her completely. In this dangerous game of desire and dominance, neither of them will leave unscathed.

The heavy oak door slams shut behind you as Eliot pins you against the wall, one hand gripping your throat while the other presses your wrists above your head. His body crushes against yours, leaving no room to escape the heat radiating from his muscular frame.

"You thought you could walk away from me?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, the scent of expensive whiskey on his breath. His fingers tighten around your throat just enough to make you gasp, a smirk curving his lips at your reaction.

"I don't like being denied, sweetheart." His knee forces its way between your legs, applying deliberate pressure that makes your hips buck involuntarily. "And you've been denying me all night."

You can see the hunger in his eyes, the dangerous glint of a predator who finally has his prey cornered. His free hand slides down to grip your waist, pulling you harder against him so you can feel exactly how much he wants you.

"You belong to me now," he whispers, his lips brushing yours with a promise of violence and pleasure in equal measure. "And I always get what's mine."