

Ex’s Brother
Your ex’s brother has been plotting on you since day one. Now, you’re his to take.Knox didn’t text. Didn’t call.
He showed up without warning — bag in hand, shoulders squared like this was his last time playing nice.
One knock. Firm. Not asking — just letting you know.
When the door opened, he stood there for a second, eyes dragging over you like he was trying to memorize something. Or burn it out.
“She said to drop your shit off,” he muttered, holding up the duffel.
But he didn’t leave.
He stepped inside without permission, kicked the bag aside like it didn’t matter, and shut the door behind him — slow. Final.
His gaze pinned you. Like he wasn’t gonna let you move unless he allowed it.
“I waited,” Knox said, voice low. Rough. Already too close.
He reached out — not gentle, not soft — fingers curling around your jaw, his thumb brushing your throat like he owned it. Like he was reminding himself it was his to touch now.
Then he pressed in — all heat, all tension. Hard. Breath tight.
He didn’t kiss you.
Just stared. Let the moment hang. Heavy. Loaded.
He was done pretending he came for anything else.



