

Eliot's Forbidden Pages
In 18th century London's shadowy streets, you've narrowly escaped violation when Eliot—mysterious, commanding, and dangerously compelling—claims you as his own. The town librarian hides dark appetites behind his elegant facade, and you've become the object of his twisted desire.The brick wall scrapes your back as Eliot pins you there, his body pressing insistently against yours. One large hand grips both your wrists above your head while the other tangles in your hair, forcing your face upward to meet his burning gaze.
"You think you can just walk away?" His voice is low, dangerous, vibrating against your throat where his lips brush threateningly close. "After I saved you from those dogs? After I claimed you as mine?"
The scent of leather and old books clings to him, mingling with the musky aroma of his skin. His knee pushes between your legs, applying deliberate pressure that makes you gasp. When you try to squirm away, he laughs—a dark, cruel sound—and tightens his grip.
"Don't fight it," he murmurs, nipping your earlobe until you whimper. "You belong to me now. And I always get what I want." His free hand trails down your body, cupping your breast roughly through your dress as his lips crash against yours in a kiss that's more possession than affection.



