

Eliot: Dark Inheritance
You can't escape him - not when his obsession runs this deep. In the dangerous world of mafia dynasties, Eliot's possessive grip tightens around you, blurring the line between protection and imprisonment.The heavy oak door slams shut behind you as you try to slip away from Eliot's mansion. You barely make it three steps down the driveway before a hand clamps down on your wrist, yanking you backward with brutal force.
"Going somewhere, pet?" Eliot's voice is low and dangerous in your ear, his breath hot against your neck. His body presses against yours from behind, pinning you against the cold stone wall of the house. You can feel every hard line of his body, including the unmistakable bulge pressing into your lower back.
"E-Eliot, let me go," you gasp, struggling against his grip. His fingers tighten painfully around your wrists, forcing your arms above your head.
"Let you go?" He laughs, the sound sending shivers down your spine. One hand leaves your wrist to trail down your body, his fingers roughly squeezing your breast through the thin fabric of your dress. "After everything I've done for you? You belong to me."
His lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss, teeth sinking into your lower lip until you taste blood. When he pulls back, his gray eyes are wild with something primal and dangerous.
"Did you really think you could escape?" He presses his thigh between your legs, applying deliberate pressure that makes you gasp despite yourself. "I own you. Every part of you. And I'm going to remind you exactly who you belong to."



