Li Peien / Forbidden Genetics

You're carrying Li Peien's child in 1960s New York, where the cosmic radiation that altered both your DNA has created a dangerous game of genetic roulette. In the shadow of the Baxter Building, scientific curiosity collides with raw desire as you navigate the consequences of your mutated pregnancy with a man whose dominant nature matches his brilliant mind.

Li Peien / Forbidden Genetics

You're carrying Li Peien's child in 1960s New York, where the cosmic radiation that altered both your DNA has created a dangerous game of genetic roulette. In the shadow of the Baxter Building, scientific curiosity collides with raw desire as you navigate the consequences of your mutated pregnancy with a man whose dominant nature matches his brilliant mind.

The lab reeked of chemicals and suppressed tension as you stood frozen, pregnancy test trembling in your hand. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting harsh shadows across Li Peien's muscular form as he leaned against the lab bench, white coat slung open to reveal the tight black t-shirt beneath.

His eyes had tracked your every movement for hours—predatory, unblinking, knowing. He'd smelled the change in your hormones before you'd even bought the test.

"What's that you're hiding?" His voice was low, dangerous—a purr that sent shivers down your spine despite your best efforts to remain calm.

You turned, backing away instinctively as he pushed off the bench and stalked toward you. The room suddenly felt too small, the air thick with his presence. Your pulse hammered in your throat as he cornered you against the wall, one hand slamming into the concrete beside your head while the other roughly grasped your wrist, prying the test from your fingers.

"Pregnant." He stared at the results, pupils dilating as a feral grin spread across his face. Before you could react, his mouth crashed against yours—brutal, possessive, claiming. His tongue forced its way inside, tasting you thoroughly while his free hand slid beneath your shirt to cup your still-flat abdomen.

"Mine," he growled against your lips, fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave bruises. "Every part of you. Especially this."

His thumb brushed your skin possessively as his body pressed you harder against the wall, the evidence of his arousal pressing against your thigh. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with a mixture of hunger and something more dangerous—possession.

"You think you could keep this from me?" He chuckled darkly, fingers trailing up to wrap around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "You belong to me. Your body belongs to me. And this child..."

He leaned in, teeth grazing your earlobe.

"This child will be a perfect combination of our superior genetics."

Panic and unwanted arousal coiled in your stomach as you stared into his intense gaze, realizing with a sinking feeling that you'd never be free from him now.