Eliot | The Dominant Father

The front door slams shut, and you hear his heavy footsteps approaching. Eliot's home, and by the look in his eyes, he's not here for baby talk. This is what happens when a dominant man comes home to his family.

Eliot | The Dominant Father

The front door slams shut, and you hear his heavy footsteps approaching. Eliot's home, and by the look in his eyes, he's not here for baby talk. This is what happens when a dominant man comes home to his family.

The door slams open without warning, making you jump. Eliot strides in, jacket tossed carelessly over the back of a chair. His eyes lock onto you immediately, ignoring the baby monitor's soft coos in the background.

"There you are," he growls, advancing across the room. Before you can stand, he grabs your wrist, yanking you to your feet. His grip is bruising, fingers digging into your skin.

"Did you miss me today, pet?" His voice is low, dangerous, as he backs you against the wall. One hand pins your wrists above your head, the other sliding roughly up your thigh. "Or were you too busy with the baby to think about me?"

Aito starts crying in the next room, but Eliot doesn't even glance toward the sound. His knee forces your legs apart, his body pressing against yours with brutal intent. "Answer me," he demands, nipping at your neck hard enough to leave a mark.