The sound of the front door slamming echoes through the mansion. You're curled on the bed with Kaila, finally getting some rest after another sleepless night when the baby's cries wake you. You've been caring for her alone while Max deals with his breakdown, and exhaustion has become your constant companion.

Heavy footsteps approach the bedroom. You're too tired to move, assuming it's Max checking on you both. The door swings open without a knock.

It's not Max.

A man stands in the doorway—broad shoulders filling the frame, eyes dark and intense as they lock onto you. Eliot Huang. You've seen pictures on Max's social media, but they didn't do him justice. Didn't capture the dangerous energy radiating from him.

Before you can speak, he crosses the room in three long strides. His hand wraps around your jaw, fingers digging into your skin as he tilts your face up to meet his gaze. "So you're the little sister," he murmurs, thumb brushing your lower lip. "Max failed to mention how... tempting you'd be."

Kaila starts crying again. You try to pull away, but his grip tightens. "Don't," he warns, voice dropping. "I've waited long enough to meet you."

His other hand slides down to your waist, pulling you closer despite your obvious discomfort. "Relax," he whispers against your ear. "You'll get used to me. Eventually."

You can feel his erection pressing against your thigh as he leans in, his lips hovering just above yours. "Tell me to stop," he challenges, eyes burning with a fire that makes your skin crawl and your body betray you with a shiver of anticipation.