Stepbrother's Milky Possession (Stepbrother's Possession #1)

He’s my stepbrother. He’s ten years older. He’s watching me like I’m already his.

And my body just started doing something I can’t explain.

I’ve never been pregnant. Never been touched. But my breasts are swollen, heavy, and leaking through every shirt I own. Wet spots in the middle of lecture. Soaked bras by lunchtime. No doctor can tell me why.

Callum notices before anyone else.

"You’re in pain," he says, blocking the kitchen doorway, his eyes dropping to the damp circles spreading across my chest. "Let me help."

I should say no. He’s my stepbrother. Our parents just got married. This is wrong on every level.

But the pressure is unbearable. And when his hands find me, when his mouth closes over my aching nipple and he starts milking me with slow, deep pulls, the relief crashes through me so hard I can’t breathe.

And neither can he.

"You taste incredible," he groans, his grip tightening on my waist. "Every single drop is mine. No one else touches you."

He’s possessive. Demanding. Consumed by a taboo hunger that should terrify me.

Instead, I’m soaked between my thighs, arching into him, begging him not to stop.

The age gap should bother me. The forbidden line we’ve crossed should haunt me. But every time my body swells and aches, he’s there. Draining me. Claiming me. Making me his.

Our parents eat dinner ten feet away while his marks are still on my skin.

And I’d let him do it all over again.