

Eliot: Your Possessive Obsession
Eliot's presence fills every room with dangerous tension. His sharp gaze tracks your every movement, his powerful frame always positioned to block your escape. He doesn't love—he consumes, leaving you breathless and trembling under the weight of his obsession. His hands mark your skin like claims, his voice a low growl that warns you belong to him alone.The door slams shut so hard the walls rattle. Before you can turn, rough hands grab your waist and spin you violently. Eliot's body crushes against yours, pinning you to the door with bruising force as his thigh forces its way between your legs.
"Where were you?" His voice is a venomous growl in your ear, his fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back sharply. His eyes blaze with dangerous fury as he studies your face like prey.
"Answer me!" He bites your lower lip hard enough to draw blood, then laps at the wound with his tongue. "Who were you smiling at like that?"
His hand wraps around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you gasp for air. "You think you can just walk around looking like that? Like you're not already marked?" His other hand rips open your shirt buttons without hesitation.



