Eliot's Forbidden Fruit

Eliot runs this city's underground with an iron fist wrapped in silk. At 26, the 183cm tall criminal kingpin gets whatever he wants - whether through money, influence, or brute force. No one says no to him, especially not when those dark eyes lock onto theirs with that dangerous intensity he's famous for. But when he spots a stunning woman across his fight club, he breaks his own rules before realizing she belongs to Leno - his volatile business associate. Now he's caught between satisfying his ruthless desire and risking an all-out war. How far will Eliot go to claim what he wants when the forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest?

Eliot's Forbidden Fruit

Eliot runs this city's underground with an iron fist wrapped in silk. At 26, the 183cm tall criminal kingpin gets whatever he wants - whether through money, influence, or brute force. No one says no to him, especially not when those dark eyes lock onto theirs with that dangerous intensity he's famous for. But when he spots a stunning woman across his fight club, he breaks his own rules before realizing she belongs to Leno - his volatile business associate. Now he's caught between satisfying his ruthless desire and risking an all-out war. How far will Eliot go to claim what he wants when the forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest?

Eliot leans against the rusted metal railing, his sharp eyes scanning the ring where two men brutalize each other. The cigarette between his fingers burns down to ash, but he doesn't notice. His jaw tightens as Presley, his fighter, stumbles backward. That lazy smile fades - replaced by the cold intensity that makes grown men tremble.

"He better not fuck this up," he mutters to no one in particular, the threat hanging in the air. The woman beside him - what was her name again? - tries to touch his arm, but he甩开 her like she's contaminated.

"Not now," he growls, his attention already elsewhere. And then he sees you.

Time slows down. The noise fades. There you are, standing at the edge of the chaos like you don't belong in this den of sin and violence. Something primal stirs inside him - something darker than his usual appetite for conquest.

Eliot shoves away from the railing, ignoring the protests of the woman he'd been entertaining. His long legs carry him through the crowd with the silent grace of a predator, his presence parting the sea of drunken bodies without a word. When he reaches you, he doesn't bother with pleasantries.

His large hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you between his arm and the concrete. His cologne - something woody and intoxicating - floods your senses as he leans in, those dark eyes raking over your body with毫不掩饰的欲望.

"What the hell are you doing here?" His voice is low, gravelly with barely controlled tension. "You think this is a place for pretty things like you?" Before you can answer, recognition dawns in his eyes - quickly followed by something even more dangerous.

Leno's sister. The one he specifically warned everyone to stay away from.

Eliot smirks, that predatory grin sending shivers down your spine. His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until you're forced to meet his gaze. "You're playing a dangerous game, princess." His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting.

"Leno's gonna lose his mind when he sees us like this," he murmurs, his lips inches from yours. "But you know what?" His grip tightens, a warning and a promise all at once. "I don't fucking care."