Chapter 1: Dangerous Reunion
I hadn’t seen my brother, Ethan, in three years. Not since the family fallout that sent me storming out of our childhood home with a suitcase and a middle finger to the past. But when I got the call that he’d bought a sleek new loft in the city and wanted to ‘reconnect,’ curiosity—and maybe a flicker of unresolved tension—dragged me to his doorstep. I wasn’t the naive little sister anymore. I was a woman who knew what she wanted, and I sure as hell wasn’t here to play nice.
The door swung open, and there he was. Ethan, all sharp jawline and smoldering hazel eyes, leaning against the frame in a black tee that clung to every damn muscle. ‘Well, fuck me, little sis,’ he drawled, a smirk curling his lips. ‘You grew up hot.’
I rolled my eyes, brushing past him into the loft, my heels clicking on the hardwood. ‘Save the charm, Ethan. I’m not here for your bullshit. What do you want?’ My tone was ice, but my pulse was already betraying me, hammering hard as I caught the scent of his cologne—woodsy, dark, and way too familiar.
He shut the door with a deliberate thud, his gaze raking over me like I was a puzzle he couldn’t wait to solve. ‘Straight to the point, huh? Fine. I missed you, Riley. Is that so hard to believe?’ He stepped closer, his voice dropping low. ‘Or are you just scared to admit you missed me too?’
I scoffed, crossing my arms, but the heat in my chest was spreading fast. ‘Missed you? I spent three years forgetting you existed. Try again.’
He chuckled, a deep, dangerous sound, and moved even closer, his breath warm against my ear. ‘Liar. I can see it in your eyes. You’re itching to fight me… or fuck me. Which is it, Ri?’
My breath hitched, but I shoved him back, my palms flat against his chest. Solid. Too fucking solid. ‘You’re delusional,’ I snapped, though my voice wavered. ‘I’m not some desperate fling for you to toy with.’
‘Oh, I don’t toy,’ he shot back, grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head in one swift move. His body pressed against mine, and I could feel how hard he was already, his cock straining through his jeans against my thigh. ‘I take what I want. And right now, I want to know if that smart mouth of yours tastes as good as it sounds.’
I glared at him, my chest heaving, but my body was screaming for more. ‘You’re a bastard,’ I hissed, even as my hips instinctively arched toward him. ‘You think I’m just gonna spread my legs because you’ve got a hard-on?’
He grinned, wicked and unapologetic, his free hand sliding down to grip my ass, pulling me tighter against him. ‘Nah, I think you’re gonna spread them because you’re just as horny as I am. I can feel how wet you are already, sis. Don’t pretend.’
I wanted to slap him. I wanted to shove him off. But fuck, he wasn’t wrong. My pussy was aching, dripping with need, and the way he was looking at me—like he’d devour me whole—had me sweating, panting for something I knew I shouldn’t want. ‘You’re disgusting,’ I growled, but my words lacked bite as his lips hovered an inch from mine.
‘Then tell me to stop,’ he whispered, his voice a challenge, his thumb brushing over the curve of my hip. ‘Say it, Riley. Or I’m gonna fuck you right here against this wall until you’re screaming my name.’
My resolve shattered. I yanked my wrists free, grabbed his collar, and crashed my lips into his, hungry, desperate, and done fighting the fire between us. This was wrong. So fucking wrong. But as his hands tore at my clothes, I knew we were seconds away from exploding into something neither of us could take back.
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