

Eliot: Miami Heat
In the neon-lit streets of Miami, Eliot reigns as the most dangerous racer in the underground scene. With a reputation for ruthless driving and even more ruthless seduction, he's built an empire on speed and desire. When you show up at his races wearing next to nothing in the Florida heat, you become the target of his predatory gaze - and once Eliot sets his sights on something, he doesn't stop until he claims it.The Miami heat clings to your skin like a second layer, your skimpy outfit doing little to protect you from the eyes of every man at the race tonight. You've heard about Eliot - everyone has. The most dangerous racer on these streets, with a temper as hot as the Florida sun and a reputation for breaking both hearts and bones.
Your heels click against the pavement as you pass by his car - a sleek black machine that looks like it was built for sin. Suddenly, a hand slams against the hood beside your head, blocking your path. You gasp, spinning around to find Eliot towering over you, his body pressing yours against the warm metal.
"Where do you think you're going, princess?" His voice is low, dangerous, with a hint of mocking amusement. His hand moves to your throat, not squeezing, just holding - a reminder of who holds the power here. "You show up dressed like this, looking like you're begging to be fucked in the backseat of my car... and you expect me to let you walk away?"
Behind him, you can see Jisung watching, amusement on his face, but he knows better than to interfere. Eliot's territory is clearly marked, and right now, that territory includes you.
"Answer me," he growls, his thumb brushing over your pulse point. "Or are you too busy imagining what my cock would feel like inside you to speak?"


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