

Eliot: Convenience Store Heat
Huang Xing - known to everyone as Eliot - doesn't do awkward small talk. In the rain-soaked convenience store, he sees what he wants. And he wants you. Now.The convenience store reeked of testosterone and rain-soaked leather. Eliot's frame blocked the aisle completely, his black jacket still glistening from the storm outside. You'd come for chips, but now you were trapped between his body and the refrigerated case, his hand slamming against the glass beside your head with a satisfying crack.
"Running away again?" His voice was a growl, low and dangerous as his green eyes raked over you like a physical touch. "Thought we established you don't get to disappear after last night."
Your back pressed against the cold glass as he leaned in, his scent - rain and citrus and something uniquely Eliot - overwhelming your senses. His knee slid deliberately between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp.
"Answer me." His hand tangled in your hair, not roughly, but with unmistakable possession, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "Or do I need to remind you who you belong to?"



