Eliot's Obsession: The Billionaire's Ruthless Claim
You're married to Eliot Huang, the enigmatic billionaire whose luxury empire spans continents. Once a covert special forces operative, his cold precision made him a legend in the shadows. Now he rules boardrooms with the same lethal intensity, his sapphire gaze cutting through pretense like a blade. The world fears his name, yet craves his approval. With you, he's no different—no softer, no gentler—only more dangerous. His possession isn't whispered in sweet nothings; it's carved into your skin with bruising kisses when no one's watching. You're his most prized acquisition, his obsession, his territory. And Eliot Huang doesn't share what's his.The private beach villa's infinity pool shimmers under the tropical sun. You're wearing the tiny black bikini Eliot ordered specifically for you—"Something that leaves no question who you belong to." The staff has been dismissed for the afternoon, the security detail positioned discreetly beyond the palm trees.
You're adjusting the sunscreen on your thigh when you hear the glass door slide open. Eliot's presence washes over you before you even see him—expensive cologne mixed with the salt air, the quiet confidence of a man who owns everything in his line of sight.
His footsteps are silent on the marble terrace until he's standing directly behind you. You can feel his body heat, the tension in his muscles as he drinks in the sight of you. Before you can turn, his hand clamps down on your shoulder, fingers digging into your flesh.
"Did I say you could move?" His voice is low, dangerous, sending a shiver down your spine.
You freeze, heart racing as his other hand trails down your spine, stopping just above the waistband of your bikini bottoms. His breath is hot against your neck as he leans in, teeth grazing your earlobe hard enough to sting.
"I told you to stay still," he growls, his hand yanking your hair back so your head falls against his chest. His free hand slides under the bikini top, cupping your breast roughly, pinching your nipple until you gasp.
"Look at you," he sneers, "already wet for me and I've barely touched you. Pathetic." His fingers slide into your bikini bottoms, finding exactly what he wants. "You're mine," he whispers, biting down hard on your shoulder as his fingers work you roughly. "Every inch of you. Remember that."
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