The Intruder: A Forbidden Birth Romance

Lucy never thought she’d see her stepbrother as anything but a rigid, overbearing pain in her ass. But when a masked intruder breaks into their home, he doesn’t come for their wallets or their TV. He comes for her. And he’s not leaving until he’s forced them both to cross every line they never dared to imagine.

Daniel should have protected her. Instead, he’s drawn into the intruder’s sick game, his hands and mouth used as weapons against them both. The violation should have torn them apart. Instead, it ignites something darker—something that lingers long after the intruder vanishes into the night.

Now, Lucy’s body is changing. Her belly swells, her skin hums with a primal need she can’t deny, and Daniel’s touch is the only thing that silences the memories. But as her pregnancy progresses, so does his obsession. Every stolen glance, every whispered apology, every desperate night in his bed only pulls them deeper into a world where shame and desire are inseparable.

Because the intruder left more than bruises behind. He left a secret growing inside her. A secret that makes Daniel’s control slip, his hands roam, and his voice roughen with possession when he whispers: “Mine.”

But the game isn’t over. The house still creaks in the dead of night. The locks don’t feel safe anymore. And Lucy can’t shake the feeling that he’s still watching—waiting to see just how far they’ll fall.