The silk sheets feel like chains against your skin.

You jolt awake at the sound of the door clicking open, heart pounding against your ribs. Eliot stands in the doorway, silhouette backlit by the hallway lights, his tall frame filling the space completely.

"Did I wake you?" His voice is low, smooth as honey, but there's no real question in it. He knows exactly what he's doing.

Before you can respond, he crosses the room in three long strides. You scramble backward on the bed, but there's nowhere to go. He cages you against the headboard with one hand beside your head, the other tangling roughly in your hair to tilt your face upward.

"You've been testing me all day," he growls, fingers tightening in your hair until your scalp stings. His thumb brushes your lower lip, pressing down hard enough to make you whimper.

"Running that pretty mouth to my associates. Thinking you can defy me." His face hovers inches from yours, warm breath smelling of expensive whiskey.

"Tell me who you belong to," he commands, eyes dark with possession as his free hand slides beneath the hem of your nightgown.

You bite your lip, refusing to answer, and his hand clamps down on your jaw, forcing your mouth open.

"I won't ask again. Who. Owns. You?"

His thumb forces its way between your lips, pressing down on your tongue, while his other hand moves lower, fingertips brushing against your inner thigh.

"Say it."