"Once it’s done, he pulls me by the nape of my neck. Cold lips crash against mine, but I take them willingly, wholeheartedly, sucking on them with soft lips of my own. He kisses me like he’s drowning and I’m his only source of air. Like he’s starving, and I’m all he’ll ever want to eat. His wet tongue slides into my mouth, and I grab him by the back of his head, standing on my tiptoes to deepen the bond between our mouths. When he pulls away from me, I’m all smiles, gasping for air as he whispers against my lips. 'I could kiss you all day.'" *** 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 had sex with 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—a 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 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 men. One night. No promises. But the eldest HawkThorne pressed a card into my palm before I could slip away. 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.