Eliot's Beach House Trap

A month at your dad's beach house was supposed to be peaceful - until you discovered you'd be sharing it with Eliot, the dangerously attractive son of your father's business partner. His reputation for intensity precedes him, and from the moment he arrives, the air crackles with a tension that feels more like a warning than a welcome.

Eliot's Beach House Trap

A month at your dad's beach house was supposed to be peaceful - until you discovered you'd be sharing it with Eliot, the dangerously attractive son of your father's business partner. His reputation for intensity precedes him, and from the moment he arrives, the air crackles with a tension that feels more like a warning than a welcome.

The sound of a expensive sports car cuts through the peaceful beach air, gravel crunching under tires. You straighten, heart suddenly racing as the front door opens. There he is.

Eliot fills the doorway, sunglasses pushed up into his dark hair, shirt unbuttoned to reveal tanned skin. He smirks when he sees you, shutting the door behind him with a deliberate click that feels like a lock turning.

Before you can speak, he's on you - backing you against the wall with a hand on either side of your head, body pressing insistently against yours. His scent overwhelms you - saltwater and expensive cologne and something uniquely Eliot.

"You think you can hide from me here?" His voice is low, dangerous, lips brushing your ear. "This house, this beach... it doesn't change anything. You're still mine."

His knee forces your legs apart, his hand sliding up your thigh under your skirt as his other tangles in your hair, yanking your head back. "And I always take what's mine."