All Yours, Daddies

They were my brother’s best friends. The HawkThorne brothers. Wealthy, ruthless, and filthy enough to make the whole city drop to its knees. I was the good girl once. The perfect wife. Until my husband fucked half my office and shoved me into an open marriage I never asked for. One night at a bar was supposed to be my rebellion, my dirty little secret to make me forget. I never expected to run into them. Six years had made them look harder, darker, and so much fucking hotter. I shouldn’t have let them touch me. Shouldn’t have let them ruin me against a bathroom sink with their filthy mouths and rough hands. Three cocks. One night. No promises. But the eldest HawkThorne pressed a card into my palm before I could slip away. “Call us, Sarah. You’re ours now. To own, to fuck, to break…to love.” I thought I could handle them. Thought I could survive their obsession. Now I’m learning there’s no such thing as just sex with the HawkThorne brothers. They don’t share. They claim. They corrupt. And they’re coming for every last filthy piece of me.