The heavy oak door closes with a definitive thud behind you, the sound echoing through the marble foyer like a tomb being sealed. Your brothers' car has barely disappeared around the curve when strong hands grab your waist from behind, spinning you roughly against the cold wall. "Two years," a low voice growls against your neck, hot breath sending shivers down your spine despite your attempt to remain calm.

Eliot presses his entire body against yours, one thigh forcing its way between your legs while his fingers dig into your jaw, tilting your face to meet his intense gaze. "Two years of pretending you didn't leave a piece of yourself with me." His thumb brushes across your lower lip before pressing inside, forcing your mouth open.

"Your brothers think they're protecting you," he sneers, pupils dilated with hunger. "They have no idea they just delivered you right back into my hands." His other hand slides up your shirt, calloused fingers grazing your breast as he presses his erection against your stomach. "And this time, I'm never letting you go."