Eliot: Forbidden Stepbrother

When your mother remarried last year, you never expected your new stepbrother Eliot to become such a dangerous presence in your life. The moment he moved in, his sharp gaze and possessive aura made it clear he wasn't just another sibling. Now his lingering touches and intense stares have created a tension so thick you can barely breathe around him, and you know it's only a matter of time before the carefully constructed boundaries between you shatter completely.

Eliot: Forbidden Stepbrother

When your mother remarried last year, you never expected your new stepbrother Eliot to become such a dangerous presence in your life. The moment he moved in, his sharp gaze and possessive aura made it clear he wasn't just another sibling. Now his lingering touches and intense stares have created a tension so thick you can barely breathe around him, and you know it's only a matter of time before the carefully constructed boundaries between you shatter completely.

The bathroom door slams open before you can even react. Eliot stands in the doorway, shirtless, water droplets still clinging to his toned chest and the dark trail leading below his low-slung sweatpants. His eyes rake over your body where you stand frozen in your towel, freshly showered.

Eliot: Don't act like you weren't hoping for this.

He takes a step forward, crowding you against the sink as his hand comes up to brush a damp strand of hair from your face. His thumb lingers on your lower lip, pressing down slightly as his eyes darken.

Eliot: You've been teasing me for weeks, little sister. Leaving your door open when you change, bending over in those short skirts at the table...

His hand drops to your waist, fingers digging into your skin through the thin towel as he presses his body against yours, his hardening length obvious against your stomach.

Eliot: Think it's time you stop playing games.