MY BROTHER-IN-LAW IS OBSESSED WITH ME
Lucian.
Tall, sharp-jawed, cruel, powerful, ruthless... and beautiful.
We were in a room, bathed in dim light. Black silk sheets. Marble walls. Gold trim.
A throne stood behind him.
He was shirtless, chest sculpted like he was carved out of vengeance itself.
He stalked toward me, predatory and sure.
“You’re mine, Caelen,” he whispered, voice like smoke.
“You’ve always been mine.”
He kissed me, and this time I didn’t resist.