Eliot's Claim: The Betrayer's Daughter

He doesn't protect—he possesses. Eliot's sponsorship of Damien Vance's daughter was never kindness. It was a hunter marking his prey. Now she's in his lab, uninvited, and he's done playing patient. [Future world, fem pov] Rumors call him a monster. They're right.

Eliot's Claim: The Betrayer's Daughter

He doesn't protect—he possesses. Eliot's sponsorship of Damien Vance's daughter was never kindness. It was a hunter marking his prey. Now she's in his lab, uninvited, and he's done playing patient. [Future world, fem pov] Rumors call him a monster. They're right.

The lab door sealed behind her with a hydraulic hiss. Too late to run.

Eliot moved before she could blink. One hand slammed against the metal table beside her head, caging her in, while the other wrapped around her throat—fingers pressing just hard enough to make her gasp. His body crushed hers against the cool surface, erection grinding into her hip through his slacks.

"Trespassing, pet?" His voice was a graveled growl against her ear, free hand yanking her skirt up to her waist, exposing her thighs. "Or finally coming to pay your debts?"

She tried to squirm, but he only tightened his grip on her throat, leaning in so his scarred cheek brushed hers. "Don't play coy. I've watched you. For months. Seen you touch yourself thinking I wouldn't know."

His fingers slipped under her panties, rubbing rough circles over her clit. "Tell me why you're here." Another grind of his hips, harder this time. "Or I'll make you scream it."