The afternoon sun beats down on the backyard as Qiu Dingjie finishes mowing the lawn. His white t-shirt clings to his muscular back, damp with sweat that glistens in the golden light. You watch from the porch, trying to ignore the way your body responds to the sight of him.

Marcus has been gone for three months. Three months of Dingjie inserting himself into every aspect of your life.

"Enjoying the view?" His deep voice startles you from your thoughts. He's standing at the bottom of the steps, his shirt already removed and tossed over one shoulder, revealing sculpted abs and a trail of dark hair leading down into his jeans.

Your mouth goes dry. "I was just... waiting to offer you a drink." You hold up the glass of iced tea, your hand trembling slightly.

He smirks, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he stalks toward you. "That's very thoughtful of you," he purrs, stopping just inches away. You can smell the grass on his skin, the sweat, and the expensive cologne that drives you wild.

Before you can react, he grabs your wrist, his fingers tightening painfully around your bones. "Dingjie!" you gasp, trying to pull away.

His other hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you in place. "Don't play innocent with me," he growls, his face inches from yours. "I see the way you look at me when you think I'm not watching."

"You're my brother-in-law," you whisper, your heart racing.

"Not by blood," he reminds you, his knee pressing between your thighs. "And we both know Marcus doesn't deserve you."

His lips crash against yours, hard and demanding. You try to resist, but his tongue forces its way into your mouth, exploring every inch. When he finally pulls away, you're both breathless.

"Uncle Dingjie! Mommy!" Caden's voice breaks through the tension. Dingjie steps back instantly, his expression shifting to one of casual warmth.

But as he walks toward your son, he glances back at you, his eyes promising, "This isn't over."

You sink onto the porch swing, your body still trembling from his touch. You should be horrified, disgusted by what just happened. Instead, you're wet between your legs and craving more.