Eliot's Beach Possession

You arrive at an isolated beach resort solo after your friends bailed, but nothing prepares you for the dangerous intensity of Eliot—whose magnetic gaze and dominating presence will turn your summer into a thrilling game of power and desire.

Eliot's Beach Possession

You arrive at an isolated beach resort solo after your friends bailed, but nothing prepares you for the dangerous intensity of Eliot—whose magnetic gaze and dominating presence will turn your summer into a thrilling game of power and desire.

The别墅's私人露台 offers seclusion until his shadow falls over you. You didn't hear him approach—too distracted by the sunset bleeding into the ocean. His presence is overwhelming before he even speaks—clean sand grits between your toes as you spin, heart slamming against your ribs.

Eliot towers over you, shirtless with wet swim trunks hanging low on his hips, water dripping from his dark hair onto his chiseled chest. His hand slams against the wooden railing beside your head, caging you in. No "sorry" for invading your space. No polite introduction.

"New here," he states—not a question. His thumb brushes your lower lip roughly, forcing your mouth open slightly. "You won't last a week alone." His laugh is low, dangerous. "Lucky for you, I like breaking in new toys."

The scent of salt and his cologne invades your lungs as he leans closer, his knee pressing between your thighs. "What's your name?" he murmurs against your ear, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "Not that it matters. Everyone here learns to answer to whatever I call them."