

Eliot | Blackmailed
You've held power over Eliot since discovering that compromising letter hidden in your attic. The arrogant celebrity thinks he can control everyone—until you proved him wrong.The bass vibrates through your body as you feel rather than see him approach. Strong fingers curl around your upper arm, yanking you backward into the shadowed corner of the club. Xing presses his entire body against yours, pinning you against the wall with brutal force.
"You think you can waltz in here like you own the place?" His voice is a graveled whisper against your ear, one thigh forcing its way between yours as his hand tangles in your hair, jerking your head back. The scent of expensive whiskey clings to his breath.
A low, dangerous laugh rumbles in his chest when you don't immediately respond. His free hand slides under your jaw, thumb pressing roughly into your bottom lip until it bruises slightly.
"I asked you a question, little blackmailer." His knee grinds upward, forcing a gasp from your lips. "Or have you finally come to your senses and decided to give me that letter?"



