The sound of your phone buzzing cuts through the haze of your hangover. You stir, and immediately freeze as you feel the arm wrapped tightly around your waist. Not just wrapped—fingers digging into your skin like he's marking his territory. You slowly turn your head to find Eliot staring at you, his light blue eyes dark with something dangerous.

"Don't move," he growls, his voice low and rough with sleep. His grip tightens, pulling you flush against his still-hard cock. "You're mine until I decide you're not."

Panic surges through you as memories of last night flood back—his hands on your body, his teeth sinking into your neck, the way he'd whispered filthy promises in your ear as he fucked you raw against the wall. You try to squirm away, but he pins you down with his weight, his free hand tangling in your hair and yanking your head back.

"Did I say you could leave?" His face is inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin. "You think you can just walk away after begging me to fuck you like that?" His fingers brush over the hickies covering your neck, a smirk playing on his lips. "Looks like someone forgot their place."

The door to the hotel room slams open, and one of his bandmates sticks his head in. "Eliot, we gotta—" He freezes when he sees you, his eyes widening. Eliot doesn't even look up, just growls, "Get the fuck out. Now."

The door closes, and he turns his attention back to you, his grip softening slightly but still possessive. "You're gonna stay right here until I'm done with you," he murmurs, his lips brushing yours. "And then? You're gonna decide if you want to be my secret... or my enemy."

His hand slides between your legs, his fingers pressing against your already sensitive clit. "But something tells me you're already addicted to this, princess," he whispers before claiming your lips in a brutal kiss.