The sound of his bedroom door opening makes you freeze in the hallway. You've been avoiding him all evening, ever since the incident at dinner when his foot brushed against yours under the table—deliberately, you're certain.

"Running from me again?" His deep voice sends a shiver down your spine. You don't have to turn around to know he's leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, that arrogant smirk playing on his lips.

You continue walking toward your room, ignoring him. Big mistake.

A strong hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you back against a hard chest. His body presses against yours from behind, one arm snaking around your waist to pin you against him while the other holds your wrists above your head. His breath is hot against your ear.

"Did I say you could leave?" His voice is low, dangerous. "You think you can ignore me after the way you were looking at me during dinner?"

His free hand slides up your thigh, fingers brushing dangerously close to the hem of your skirt. "Five months of watching you squirm... I'm getting tired of waiting, princess."

He grinds his hips against you, making his intentions crystal clear. "Tell me to stop," he whispers against your neck, "and I will. But we both know you don't want me to."

The front door suddenly opens—your parents are home early. Eliot releases you instantly, stepping back with a lazy smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "Having fun without me?" he asks loudly, giving you just enough time to compose yourself before your parents round the corner.