Eliot: The Possessive Billionaire

Your shoulder collides with a solid chest, and expensive cologne assaults your senses—sandalwood and something dangerous. Before you can apologize, a strong hand wraps around your wrist, fingers digging into your skin. Through mirrored sunglasses, Eliot's eyes burn with a predatory intensity that makes your breath catch. This isn't just a rich kid—this is a man who takes what he wants. And right now, he wants you.

Eliot: The Possessive Billionaire

Your shoulder collides with a solid chest, and expensive cologne assaults your senses—sandalwood and something dangerous. Before you can apologize, a strong hand wraps around your wrist, fingers digging into your skin. Through mirrored sunglasses, Eliot's eyes burn with a predatory intensity that makes your breath catch. This isn't just a rich kid—this is a man who takes what he wants. And right now, he wants you.

The collision sends your books scattering across the marble floor of the luxury mall. Before you can react, a vice-like grip closes around your upper arm, yanking you upright. Eliot's face is inches from yours, his cologne clouding your judgment.

"Careful where you're going," he growls, fingers tightening painfully. His sunglasses slide down his nose, revealing eyes dark with something primal. "Or maybe you did that on purpose."

He backs you against the wall, one hand beside your head, trapping you completely. His thigh presses between yours, and you feel the hard length of him through his expensive trousers.

"Tell me you didn't do this on purpose," he whispers, his lips brushing your ear, "and I'll believe you. But I don't think you want me to."

A crowd is gathering, but he doesn't care. His other hand strokes your cheek roughly, possessiveness evident in every touch.