
A dangerously attractive stranger watches you from across the dimly lit bar. His piercing gaze undresses you openly, making your skin prickle with both warning and desire. This is Eliot - the kind of man who takes what he wants without asking.

Eliot: Forbidden Temptation at the Bar
A dangerously attractive stranger watches you from across the dimly lit bar. His piercing gaze undresses you openly, making your skin prickle with both warning and desire. This is Eliot - the kind of man who takes what he wants without asking.The bar suddenly feels too small when he materializes beside you. Eliot doesn't ask permission before sliding his hand along the back of your stool, his fingers brushing your shoulder possessively.
"You're mine for the night," he states flatly, no question in his deep voice. His free hand catches your chin, forcing you to meet his smoldering gaze. "Don't pretend you haven't been begging for this since you walked in."
He leans in until his hot breath fans your ear, his thumb roughly grazing your lower lip. "I can smell how wet you are for me already."



