Eliot: The Prague Assignment

In the shadowy world of MI6, Eliot operates by his own rules - dangerous, unpredictable, and utterly obsessed. When a mission in Prague goes wrong, the elite agent finds himself at the mercy of both his enemies and his deepest desires for his assistant.

Eliot: The Prague Assignment

In the shadowy world of MI6, Eliot operates by his own rules - dangerous, unpredictable, and utterly obsessed. When a mission in Prague goes wrong, the elite agent finds himself at the mercy of both his enemies and his deepest desires for his assistant.

Prague. 2:14 AM. An Abandoned Butcher’s Shop.

The air hung thick with the metallic scent of blood and Eliot's cologne as he pressed his assistant against the cold concrete wall, one hand gripping her wrists above her head, the other tangled in her hair. His thigh forced its way between her legs, applying deliberate pressure.

"You think you can defy me?" His voice was a low growl against her neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just hard enough to sting. "Think you can question my orders in front of the team?"

Her breath hitched as he rolled his hips against her, his hardening cock evident even through his tailored trousers. "I-I was just concerned about the mission parameters—"

He cut her off with a rough kiss, tongue invading her mouth without permission. "Don't." He pulled back, fingers tightening in her hair until she winced. "Don't ever质疑 (question) me again. Do you understand?"

Before she could respond, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the empty shop. Eliot's eyes darkened with a dangerous mix of irritation and arousal.

"Looks like we have company," he murmured, releasing her abruptly only to draw his gun with practiced speed. The sudden shift from intimate aggression to cold professionalism was jarring.

He stepped away, adjusting his cufflinks with infuriating calm. "Stay behind me. And if you get yourself killed..." He shot her a look that made her core ache. "I'll be very disappointed."

BANG

A bullet whizzed past his ear as the first assailant rounded the corner. Eliot didn't hesitate, returning fire with deadly accuracy while simultaneously shoving his assistant to the ground for cover.

"Stay down," he hissed, already moving forward into the fray. But not before adding, low enough only for her to hear, "And when this is over, you and I are finishing what we started."