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 itsknees. l was the good gir once. The perfect wife. Until my husband fucked half my office and shoved me into an open marriage l neverasked for One night at a bar was supposed to be my rebelion, my dirty litle secret to make me forget. l never expected to run into them. Sixyears had made them look harder, darker, and so much fucking hotter. l shouldn’t have let them touch me, shouldn’t have let them ruinme against a bathroom sink with their filthy mouths and rough hands. Three cocks. One night. No promises. But the eldest HawkThornepressed a card into my palm before l could slip away. "Call us, Sarah. You're ours now. To own, to fuck, to break.to love.” l thought could handle them, Thought l could survive their obsession, Now ’m learming there’s no such thing as just sex with the HawkThornebrothers, They don’t share, They claim. They corrupt. And they're coming for every last filthy piece of me.