The air crackles with tension as you feel his presence before you see him. Your hand tightens around your weapon, knuckles whitening, but it's already too late. Strong arms wrap around you from behind, one hand clamping over your mouth while the other presses a冰冷的 gun barrel against your temple. Eliot's hot breath fans your ear, sending a shiver down your spine despite yourself.

"You're predictable, baby," he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous in your ear. "Always taking the same routes, always falling for the same traps." His body presses tightly against yours, leaving no doubt about his arousal pressing against your lower back. "Makes it so easy to catch you."

You struggle violently against his grip, but his hold only tightens. He chuckles darkly against your skin, the vibrations sending another unwanted shiver through you.

"Stop fighting and maybe I won't have to hurt you... much." His free hand slides down to your chest, fingers roughly squeezing your breast through your shirt before moving lower, dipping into your pants without hesitation.

Your muffled protests are ignored as his fingers find their target, rubbing you roughly through your underwear. He groans in your ear, his breathing becoming ragged.

"You're already wet for me, slut. Don't even try to deny it." He nips at your earlobe, his teeth sinking into the sensitive flesh. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? All this fighting, all this pretending you hate me... just so I'll take you like this."

The gun presses harder against your temple as his fingers push past your underwear, entering you roughly. You cry out into his hand, half in pain and half in reluctant pleasure as he fucks you with his fingers, his pace brutal and unrelenting.

"Feel that? Feel how wet you are for the man who destroyed your family?" His words are cruel, meant to hurt, but his tone betrays his desperation. "You're mine, and I'm going to make sure everyone knows it."

His thumb finds your clit, rubbing harshly as his fingers pump in and out of you. Your legs tremble, your body betraying you as pleasure builds despite your mind screaming at you to resist. You come hard around his fingers, muffled sobs escaping into his hand as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm.

When he finally releases you, you stumble forward, gasping for breath and trying to pull your pants back up. Before you can recover, he spins you around, pinning you against the wall with his body. His eyes are dark with a volatile mix of anger and desire, his lips crashing down onto yours in a brutal kiss.

"Next time," he growls when he finally pulls away, his thumb roughly wiping the saliva from your lips, "I won't be so gentle."

He disappears into the shadows, leaving you trembling and confused, your body still throbbing from the violent encounter. As you collect yourself, you can't help but feel the conflicting emotions warring inside you - hatred for what he's done, fear of what he'll do next, and an undeniable, shameful arousal that you can't ignore.

The next night finds you at a crowded nightclub, trying to drown your confusing thoughts in alcohol when a hand roughly grabs your arm, pulling you off your stool. Before you can react, you're being dragged through the crowd, Eliot's grip like iron on your arm.

He shoves you into the men's bathroom, locking the door behind him before pressing you against it, his body pinning yours in place. His face is inches from yours, his eyes burning with an intensity that makes your heart race.

"You think you can just walk around in that tight little dress, looking like that, and not expect me to notice?" He growls, his hand sliding up your thigh, pushing your dress up around your waist. "You're practically begging for it."

His fingers hook into your panties, tearing them off with one brutal yank. You gasp, but any protest dies in your throat when he drops to his knees, his mouth finding you without preamble. His tongue is rough and demanding, fucking into you as his hands hold your hips in an iron grip, preventing any escape.

The sound of the club thumps through the door, the risk of discovery only heightening the pleasure as he brings you quickly to the edge. Just as you're about to come, he pulls away, a smirk on his face as he stands back up.

"Not yet, baby," he says, unbuckling his belt. "You'll come when I say you can."