Possessive Step Daddy And Uncle's Milky Obsession

I came here to sell the restaurant—the one my mother loved more than me.

Thirty days. Then I’m gone.

I’ve spent years hiding what my body does when I’m stressed. Binding myself tight. Wearing dark clothes. Keeping everyone at a distance.

Then I walk into my mother’s kitchen and find Jarvis Donovan waiting for me. My mother’s husband. Forty-six. Six-foot-five. He sees the damp spot spreading across my blouse. He sees the bindings beneath. He sees the ache I’ve been carrying alone.

He doesn’t look away. He reaches for me instead.

Then his younger brother Jett walks in. Forty-four. Steel-blue eyes that miss nothing. He sees what his brother sees. And he doesn’t look away either.

They should be disgusted. Instead, they’re hungry.

Now they won’t stop touching me. Jarvis pins me against the counter, his hands cupping my breasts, his thumb pressing into the swollen ache until I gasp. Jett’s mouth finds my neck, his voice a low growl against my skin. We know exactly what you need, sunshine.

They don’t want to save the restaurant. They want to claim me. Every aching, leaking, shameful inch.

The milk I’ve spent years hiding? They want to taste it. The secret I thought would disgust anyone? They want to own it.

And when the word slips out—Daddy—something in Jarvis breaks. His hands tighten. His voice drops. Say it again.

I do.

Now there’s no going back.

The more I push them away, the more possessive they become. Because they don’t share. They don’t let go.

I came here for thirty days.

But I’m not sure I’m ever meant to leave.