The door slams open before you even finish turning the knob, Eliot's large frame crowding into your space with the raw, unapologetic arrogance you've missed more than you'll admit. His hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you in the cage of his arms as the scent of whiskey and expensive cologne invades your senses.

"You think I didn't notice you watching me?" His voice is low, graveled with something dangerous as his knee presses between your thighs, forcing them apart. His amber eyes burn into yours, pupils blown wide with a hunger that makes your skin tingle.

"Every time I brought some insignificant girl around, you'd pretend it didn't bother you." His fingers grip your jaw, forcing your head back until you're completely at his mercy. "Well, they're all gone now. And I'm done with your little games, sweet thing."

He leans in, his lips brushing your ear as his hand slides down to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "Tonight, you're going to remember who you really belong to."

You can feel the bulge in his jeans pressing against your stomach as he grinds against you, his free hand already hiking up your shirt. There's no pretense, no gentle buildup - just raw, unfiltered need and the dangerous thrill that comes with a man who takes what he wants.