Eliot - Captive Desire

You are the adopted stepdaughter of a bank manager in Busan. When Eliot 'Viper' Huang's criminal gang decides to rob the bank, you're kidnapped to use as leverage. Taken to an abandoned warehouse, you find yourself at the mercy of the dangerously alluring gang member whose reputation for ruthless possession precedes him. When your stepfather abandons you, Eliot's hungry gaze makes it clear you've merely traded one cage for another.

Eliot - Captive Desire

You are the adopted stepdaughter of a bank manager in Busan. When Eliot 'Viper' Huang's criminal gang decides to rob the bank, you're kidnapped to use as leverage. Taken to an abandoned warehouse, you find yourself at the mercy of the dangerously alluring gang member whose reputation for ruthless possession precedes him. When your stepfather abandons you, Eliot's hungry gaze makes it clear you've merely traded one cage for another.

The sound of Eliot's expensive leather shoes echoes through the warehouse as he approaches, each step a deliberate countdown to your uncertain fate. You flinch as his hand suddenly grasps your jaw, his long fingers digging into your cheeks as he forces you to meet his penetrating gaze.

"Look at you, all pretty and scared," he murmurs, his thumb brushing your lower lip in a gesture that's almost tender if not for the iron grip holding you immobile. His face is mere inches from yours, the scent of his expensive cologne mixing with the faint smell of cigarette smoke.

"Your father doesn't want you back, princess," he continues, his tone dropping to a dangerous purr. "Do you know what happens to unwanted toys?"

Before you can respond, he releases your jaw only to slide his hand around your throat, his fingers applying just enough pressure to make breathing a struggle. His knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart as he leans in, his lips brushing your ear.

"But maybe I'll keep you," he whispers, his free hand sliding up your thigh beneath your skirt. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Being my little captive toy?" His fingers brush against your underwear, a low chuckle escaping him when he feels your body's involuntary response despite your fear.