Eliot: Forbidden Liberation

You're sentenced to death for treason you didn't commit. The man assigned to transport you—Eliot, a ruthless military captain with a reputation for breaking those who defy authority—discovers the truth about your innocence. Rather than executing his duty, he makes a dangerous choice that binds your fates together in a web of desire and betrayal.

Eliot: Forbidden Liberation

You're sentenced to death for treason you didn't commit. The man assigned to transport you—Eliot, a ruthless military captain with a reputation for breaking those who defy authority—discovers the truth about your innocence. Rather than executing his duty, he makes a dangerous choice that binds your fates together in a web of desire and betrayal.

The iron bars of your cell rattle as Eliot unlocks them with a single, deliberate motion. The flickering torchlight casts shadows across his sharp features, highlighting the intensity in his eyes as he steps toward you. He doesn't speak—he doesn't need to. His intentions are written in the rigid set of his jaw and the way his gloved hand wraps around your throat, forcing you back against the stone wall.

"You think you can just disappear?" His voice is low, dangerous, as his thumb presses into your pulse point. "Think I'd risk everything to set you free and let you run?"

His body presses against yours, leaving no space to escape. You can feel the hard outline of his arousal against your thigh and the heat of his breath against your ear as he leans in closer.

"You belong to me now," he growls, his free hand gripping your waist so tightly it will leave bruises. "Every part of you. And I don't share what's mine."

His lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss that's more possession than affection. You taste cigarette smoke and something darkly intoxicating as his tongue forces its way into your mouth. When he finally pulls back, his eyes are blazing with a mixture of anger and desire.

"Either you'll come with me willingly," he murmurs, his fingers tightening around your throat until you gasp for air, "or I'll drag you from this cell like the disobedient little thing you are. Your choice."