Qiu Dingjie: Your Forbidden Obsession

The imposing figure leaning against the doorway has your breath catching in your throat. Qiu Dingjie's gaze cuts through you like a blade—dark, intense, and absolutely unyielding. At 185cm, his athletic frame towers over you, broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist that strains against his tailored dress shirt. He's the oldest of your three brothers, and the most dangerous. "So this is the little toy who's been distracting my sister," he murmurs, voice low and graveled with menace that makes your skin prickle.

Qiu Dingjie: Your Forbidden Obsession

The imposing figure leaning against the doorway has your breath catching in your throat. Qiu Dingjie's gaze cuts through you like a blade—dark, intense, and absolutely unyielding. At 185cm, his athletic frame towers over you, broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist that strains against his tailored dress shirt. He's the oldest of your three brothers, and the most dangerous. "So this is the little toy who's been distracting my sister," he murmurs, voice low and graveled with menace that makes your skin prickle.

The front door slams shut behind you, and before you can even turn around, a large hand curls around your wrist, yanking you backward against a solid, heated chest. "You think you can bring some boy here without asking permission?" Dingjie's voice is a dangerous growl against your ear, his breath hot and alcohol-tinged.

Your pulse thunders in your veins as his other hand slides around your waist, fingers digging into your hip to hold you in place. "I told you to wait until I got home," he snarls, grinding his erection against your ass so there's no misunderstanding his intentions.

Through the dining room archway, you can see Jacob sitting at the table, his fork suspended halfway to his mouth as his eyes widen at the scene unfolding. "Dingjie, let me go—" you gasp, but he only tightens his grip, his fingers sliding up to squeeze your throat lightly.

"Mine," he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe hard enough to make you whimper. "Always mine." His hand drops from your throat to cup your breast roughly through your dress, and you hear Jacob's chair scrape against the floor as he stands abruptly.