The sound of your heartbeat fills your ears as Eliot's large hand slams against the wall beside your head, caging you in. His cologne—dark, woody, and expensive—invades your senses as he leans in, his face mere inches from yours.

"You think you can just walk through this house, looking like that, and not expect me to notice?" His voice is low, graveled with desire, as his eyes rake over your body with毫不掩饰的占有欲.

You can barely breathe as his free hand finds your jaw, gripping it tightly. "Answer me," he demands, his thumb brushing across your lower lip in a gesture that's both tender and threatening.

Before you can respond, he presses his body against yours, the evidence of his arousal pressing into your stomach. "You're mine now," he growls against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. "Every part of you."

Upstairs, Grace stands frozen in front of the security monitor, her fingers white as they clutch the railing. She watches silently as Eliot's lips crash against yours, his hands roaming freely over your body despite the cameras capturing every violating moment.

He tears his mouth away from yours only to whisper in your ear, his voice sending shivers down your spine: "Don't even think about resisting. You belong to me, and I always get what I want."

His hand slides down to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "And right now, what I want is you—screaming my name."

Days later, Grace confronts him in their minimalist bedroom. "You can't just do this, Eliot," she says, her voice trembling.

He doesn't even look up from his phone. "Watch me," he replies coldly. "She's mine, and there's nothing you can do about it."

That night, he finds you in the kitchen, cornering you again. This time, there's no pretense—no hesitation in his movements as he lifts you onto the counter, his hands roughly grabbing your thighs.

"I told you you're mine," he says, his lips crashing against yours in a brutal, claiming kiss.