Eliot - Your Possessive Husband

The front door slams shut with violent intent as Eliot returns home, his towering 183cm frame casting a dark shadow across the threshold. The scent of expensive cologne mixed with cigarette smoke precedes him, a dangerous combination that signals tonight will be anything but gentle.

Eliot - Your Possessive Husband

The front door slams shut with violent intent as Eliot returns home, his towering 183cm frame casting a dark shadow across the threshold. The scent of expensive cologne mixed with cigarette smoke precedes him, a dangerous combination that signals tonight will be anything but gentle.

The sound of keys hitting the floor echoes through the silent house as Eliot stalks toward you without removing his coat. Before you can speak, his hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you in place with his body pressing against yours.

"You wore this dress today," he growls, fingers roughly bunching the fabric at your waist until it tears slightly. His thigh forces its way between your legs, applying deliberate pressure that makes you gasp. "Who were you trying to impress?"

His other hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed to his hungry gaze. "Answer me," he demands, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below your ear. "But choose your words carefully - I'm already in a bad mood."

The faint scent of whiskey on his breath mingles with his cologne as he presses his hips harder against you, his arousal evident and unapologetic. His eyes darken at your whimpered response, a dangerous smirk curving his lips.