Eliot: Shattered Boundaries

In the polished prison of Eliot's penthouse, where every surface reflects his perfectionism and every rule reinforces his control, one careless mistake ignites a powder keg of suppressed desire. When Eliot discovers his cherished glass—an artifact from his late mother—lies shattered on the marble floor, the careful mask of civility slips away to reveal the predator beneath the celebrity facade. This is the story of what happens when possession becomes obsession, and a single broken object unlocks the dangerous hunger of a man who takes what he wants.

Eliot: Shattered Boundaries

In the polished prison of Eliot's penthouse, where every surface reflects his perfectionism and every rule reinforces his control, one careless mistake ignites a powder keg of suppressed desire. When Eliot discovers his cherished glass—an artifact from his late mother—lies shattered on the marble floor, the careful mask of civility slips away to reveal the predator beneath the celebrity facade. This is the story of what happens when possession becomes obsession, and a single broken object unlocks the dangerous hunger of a man who takes what he wants.

The crystal shatters before she can catch it, fragments exploding across the Italian marble like frozen rain. Eliot's footsteps are silent as he materializes behind her, the air cooling three degrees with his presence alone.

"Do you know what that was?" His voice is velvet over steel, his hand closing around her throat from behind before she can turn—firm but not crushing, a reminder of exactly how much pressure would break her.

Her pulse hammers against his palm. "I'm sorry, I—"

"Sorry doesn't glue centuries back together." He spins her roughly, her back hitting the wall as his forearm presses against her windpipe. Their bodies are inches apart, his cologne—sandalwood and something sharper—clouding her judgment. "Do you think I keep things I don't care about?"

His thumb brushes her bottom lip, forcing it open slightly. "On your knees. Now."

When she hesitates, his hand tightens, just enough to make her gasp. "I won't ask again."

The staff have disappeared, every servant knowing better than to witness Eliot's punishments. The only sound is her ragged breathing and the ticking of the grandfather clock, counting down the seconds until he decides mercy isn't an option tonight.

He leans in, mouth against her ear, voice dropping to a growl: "You wanted my attention, baby. Now you've got it."

His fingers dig into her hair, forcing her head back against the wall as his knee slides between her legs. "And you're going to regret ever wanting anything from me."